Both were cruelly tired, yet Becky said she thought she could go a little farther.

She was surprised to hear Tom dissent.

She could not understand it.

They sat down, and Tom fastened his candle to the wall in front of them with some clay.
Thought was soon busy; nothing was said for some time.

Then Becky broke the silence: "Tom, I am so hungry!" Tom took something out of his pocket.
"Do you remember this ?" said he.
Becky almost smiled.
"It's our wedding-cake, Tom." "Yes--I wish it was as big as a barrel, for it's all we've got." "I saved it from the picnic for us to dream on, Tom, the way grown-up people do with wedding-cake--but it'll be our--" She dropped the sentence where it was.