I knew you wouldn't want to share yours with her," and Harry Lang, who had stepped threateningly towards her, drew back again, looking rather foolish and very cross.

"Where is it ?" he snapped.
"In the oven," and she took out a big covered basin and put before him.
Whatever the contents might have been, they smelt very savoury and seemed to please him, but he never offered a mouthful of it to his famishing little daughter, as she stood by, looking at him.

A thick slice of bad bread with some butter spread thinly on it was Jessie's fare, and she wished the butter had been omitted altogether, so horrid did it smell and taste.
As soon as he had finished the last mouthful of his supper Harry Lang got up, and without a word to either of them, slouched out of the kitchen and up-stairs to bed.

Mrs.Lang began at once to clear a very large old sofa of its untidiness.
"You'll have to sleep here," she said; "the house is so full there isn't room for you anywhere else.

Make haste and get your things off.