"Just cake and pickles--please! I've dreamed of pickles up there.

I've had 'em come to me at night as big as mountains, and one night I dreamed of chasing a pickle with legs for hours, and when at last I caught up with the thing it had turned into an iceberg.

Please let me have just pickles and cake!" Behind the lightness of his words she saw the truth--the craving of famine.

Ashamed, he tried to hide it from her.

He refused the third huge piece of cake, but she reached over and placed it in his hand.