And now that nothing grows in our back yard that is good to eat, we must go where there is food." Unc Nunkie made no reply for a time.

Then he shut down the window and turned his chair to face the room, for the sun was sinking behind the tree-tops and it was growing cool.
By and by Ojo lighted the fire and the logs blazed freely in the broad fireplace.

The two sat in the firelight a long time--the old, white-bearded Munchkin and the little boy.

Both were thinking.

When it grew quite dark outside, Ojo said: "Eat your bread, Unc, and then we will go to bed." But Unc Nunkie did not eat the bread; neither did he go directly to bed.