Tom divided the cake and Becky ate with good appetite, while Tom nibbled at his moiety.

There was abundance of cold water to finish the feast with.

By-and-by Becky suggested that they move on again.

Tom was silent a moment.

Then he said: "Becky, can you bear it if I tell you something ?" Becky's face paled, but she thought she could.
"Well, then, Becky, we must stay here, where there's water to drink.
That little piece is our last candle!" Becky gave loose to tears and wailings.