And I didn't eat much then--I wasn't hungry--not after the funeral." "You wouldn't be," said Pollyooly sympathetically.
"And I hadn't any money.

The funeral took all the money," Millicent added.
"Then the first thing to do is to get a bun," said Pollyooly in a tone of relief at seeing her way to do something.

"Then you can come and have dinner with us." "Thank you," said Millicent.
Her lips worked, as a hungry child's will, at the thought of food; and a faint colour came into her white cheeks.
Pollyooly started across the road with the Lump, and Millicent took his other hand.
On the other side of the road Pollyooly said firmly: "You can't go to the workhouse.

You mustn't.

But we'll wait till we get home before we talk about that.