On the other side of the green, he saw a little shop, in the unshuttered window of which was bread.
Mechanically he put his hand in his pocket.

To his surprise, he found there sixpence: the maid that waited on him at dinner had dropped it in.

Rejoiced by the gift, he tried to run, to get some warmth into his limbs, but had no great success.

The moment the shop was opened, he spent his sixpence, and learned that he was but about three miles off the end of his journey.

He set out again therefore with good courage; but alas! the moment he tried to eat, mouth and throat and all refused their office.