He was decidedly hungry, and the plain offered nothing in the shape of breakfast.

He halted, lingered, and came to a neighing stop, looking around at his mistress.

She roused from her lethargy of trouble, and realized that his wants--if not her own--must be attended to.
She must sacrifice some of her own store of eatables, for by and by they would come to a good grazing-place perhaps, but now there was nothing.
The corn-meal seemed the best for the horse.

She had more of it than of anything else.

She poured a scanty portion out on a paper, and the beast smacked his lips appreciatively over it, carefully licking every grain from the paper, as the girl guarded it lest his breath should blow any away.