"Never again will I ask for cake and pie! I never appreciated good things to eat.

And I've been a little pig, always.

I never--never knew what it was to be hungry--until now." Dale glanced up quickly.
"Lass, it's worth learnin'," he said.
Helen's thought was too deep for words.

In such brief space had she been transformed from misery to comfort! The rain kept on falling, though it appeared to grow softer as night settled down black.

The wind died away and the forest was still, except for the steady roar of the stream.