Oh, I am hungry, and thirsty, and footsore.

Why shouldn't I go into that house and sleep there, and eat there, and be rested ?" Her words were defiant, but just at the last they wavered, and Catherine saw by the moonlight that her face grew ghastly under its grimness, and she saw the slender young figure sway as if it would fall.
"You are hungry ?" said Catherine, all her feelings merged in sudden pity.

"Even though you have no right to be here, you sha'n't go hungry away.

Sit down.

Rest against that tree, and I will fetch you something." She ran into the house, returning presently with a jug of milk, and some thick bread and butter.
"Eat that," she said, "and drink this milk, then you will be better.