15/21 You can eat it all by yourself, for Emma is fast asleep on the floor, and can't cry for it." But Emma roused up, at the moment, and began to fret and cry for something to eat. You shall have your supper in a little while. I have brought you home some nice bread and molasses," said the mother, in tones meant to soothe and quiet her hungry and impatient little one. But Emma continued to fret and cry on. "It's so cold, and I'm hungry!" "Don't cry, dear," again urged the mother. |