So now David had no hesitation in going to Mrs.
Holly's pantry for supplies, upon the occasion of his next visit to Joe Glaspell's.
Mrs.Holly, coming into the kitchen, found him merging from the pantry with both hands full of cookies and doughnuts.
"Why, David, what in the world does this mean ?" she demanded.
"They're for Joe and Betty," smiled David happily.
"For Joe and--But those doughnuts and cookies don't belong to you.
They're mine!" "Yes, I know they are.

I told them you had plenty," nodded David.
"Plenty! What if I have ?" remonstrated Mrs.Holly, in growing indignation.

"That doesn't mean that you can take--" Something in David's face stopped the words half-spoken.
"You don't mean that I CAN'T take them to Joe and Betty, do you?
Why, Mrs.Holly, they're hungry! Joe and Betty are.

They don't have half enough to eat.

Betty said so.