There were a few pennies there.

He felt them over, counting them with his fingers, and evidently in some debate with himself.
At last, as he closed the debate, he said, with a kind of compelled utterance, "I say, young one, wouldn't you like some milk with your bread ?" "Milk! oh my I oh goody! yes," answered the child, a gleam of pleasure coming into his face.
"Then you shall have some;" and catching up a broken mug, the man went out.

In a minute or two he returned with a pint of milk, into which he broke a piece of bread, and then sat watching Andy as he filled himself with the most delicious food he had tasted for weeks, his marred face beaming with a higher satisfaction than he had known for a long time.
"Is it good ?" asked the man.
"I bet you!" was the cheery answer.
"Well, you're a little brick," laughed the man as he stroked Andy's head.

"And you don't live anywhere ?" "No." "Is your mother dead ?" "Yes." "And your father ?" "Hain't got no father." "Would you like to live here ?" Andy looked toward the empty bowl from which he had made such a satisfying meal, and said, "Yes." "It will hold us both.

You're not very big;" and as he said this the man drew his arm about the boy in a fond sort of way.
"I guess you're tired," he added, for Andy, now that an arm was drawn around him, leaned against it heavily.
"Yes, I'm tired," said the child.
"And sleepy too, poor little fellow! It isn't much of a bed I can give you, but it's better than a door-step or a rubbish corner." Then he doubled the only blanket he had, and made as soft a bed as possible.