Oh, how much I could eat, if I had it!" "And yet I daresay, Tom," John said, "that sometimes, before you came here, when you had as much as you could eat, you used to grumble if it wasn't quite what you fancied." "I shall never grumble again," the boy said positively.

"I shall be quite, quite content with potatoes, if I can but get enough of them." "The good times will come again," John said cheerily.

"Now we will have a story.

Which shall it be ?" As the children sat round him, John was delighted to see that even the two scanty meals they had had, had done wonders for them.

The listless, hopeless look of the last few days had disappeared, and occasionally something like a hearty laugh broke out among them, and an hour later the tanner came to the entrance.
"Come to the walls with me, John." "What is it?
What is the matter ?" John said, as he saw the look of anger and indignation on the wasted features of his cousin.
"Come and see for yourself," the latter said.
When they reached the walls, they found them crowded with the inhabitants.