When I reached home--" Wilfrid had risen, and was yawning with a desperate grimace.

He bade her continue, and pitched back heavily into his seat.
"When I reached home and could be alone with my mother, she told me my father had been out watching me the day before, and that he had filled his pockets that morning.

She thought he was going to walk out in the country and get people on the road to cook them for him.

That is what he has done when he was miserable,--to make himself quite miserable, I think, for he loves streets best.

Guess my surprise! My mother was making my head ache with her complaints, when, as I drew out the potatoes to show her we had some food, there was a purse at the bottom of my pocket,--a beautiful green purse! O that kind gentleman! He must have put it in my hand with the potatoes that my father flung at him! How I have cried to think that I may never sing to him my best to please him! My mother and I opened the purse eagerly.