He caught the package and thrust it toward Elnora.
"Then maybe you'd like to try the bologna to-day!" The dog leaped in glad apprehension of something, and Belle scrambled to her feet and took a step forward.

The look of famished greed in her eyes was more than Elnora could endure.

It was not that she cared for the food so much.

Good things to eat had been in abundance all her life.
She wanted with this lunch to try to absorb what she felt must be an expression of some sort from her mother, and if it were not a manifestation of love, she did not know what to think it.

But it was her mother who had said "be generous." She knelt on the bridge.