Towards morning it rained; the whole of the following day was wet.

Do not ask me, reader, to give a minute account of that day; as before, I sought work; as before, I was repulsed; as before, I starved; but once did food pass my lips.

At the door of a cottage I saw a little girl about to throw a mess of cold porridge into a pig trough.

"Will you give me that ?" I asked.
{"Will you give me that ?" I asked: p316.jpg} She stared at me.

"Mother!" she exclaimed, "there is a woman wants me to give her these porridge." "Well lass," replied a voice within, "give it her if she's a beggar.