Tommy's heart melted as he saw this exhibition of sorrow.

He wondered what could ail her.
"My mother is sick," replied Katy, dashing away the tell-tale tear.
"I know that; but what do you want of flounders ?" "We have nothing to eat now," said Katy, bursting into tears.

"Mother has not been able to do any work for more than three months: and we haven't got any money now.

It's all gone.

I haven't had any breakfast to-day." "Take 'em all, Katy!" exclaimed Tommy, jumping up from his seat on the capsill of the pier.