There was very little in it but a ham-bone, a few eggs, a loaf of bread, and a tiny bit of butter.

The bone she had, earlier in the day, decided would make her some pea-soup for to-morrow's dinner, but she thought of poor Dick and his hollow sides, and came to the conclusion that her soup would taste just as good without the bone; and Dick, when he really grasped the fact that the whole of the big bone was really meant for him, soon showed her that no ham-bone in the world had ever given more complete satisfaction.
"Could you eat an egg ?" Huldah stared blankly at her hostess.

She could not at first realise that the question was meant for her.

"An egg! Me! Oh, yes, ma'am, but I don't want anything so--so good as that." She could have eaten anything, no matter how plain, or poor, or unappetizing.

But an egg! One of the greatest luxuries she had ever tasted.