"Don't you think you could ?" Dick's eyes glistened.
"I'll try, miss," said he, trying to speak calmly; although they could see that he was really almost ravenous at the sight of the food.

"I thinks as how I could eat a mou'ful." "Give him the lot, poor chap," cried the old Captain; but Nellie did not need this admonition, being in the very act of handing over the parcel of sandwiches to Dick even while the old sailor spoke.

"There's no good in his making two bites of a cherry, as the saying goes." "Eat these, my poor boy," cried Nellie.

"Bob and I had buns at Waterloo before the train started, and we shan't want anything till we get to auntie's house." "Fire away, old chap!" chimed in Bob, noticing that the lad hesitated a moment in accepting the proffered gift.

"You needn't be afraid.