They'll have theirs when they get back to camp.

Go on and eat, Virgie.

Stuff in another biscuit.

And, look! By Jupiter.
_Butter!_" Evidently Trooper O'Connell during the past twenty-four hours had foraged or blarneyed most successfully for out of the knapsack which he had left behind Morrison suddenly produced a small earthenware jam jar in which was something now indubitably liquid in form but none the less sweet, yellow, appetizing butter.

Pouring a little on a biscuit he held it out to her, speculating on what she would say.
The tot took it hungrily and raised it to her lips, her eyes shining and her face glowing with anticipation.