There ain't much; two or three little nobbles.

I'll give yer a fair whack." "Why, you don't mean to eat that, you nasty fellow," I cried.
"Don't!" he said; "but I do.

Here's your half.

I've eat worse things than that." "Why, Shock," I cried, as a flash of hope ran through me, "I forgot." "Forgot what ?" he cried.

"Way out ?" "No," I said gloomily; "but my sandwiches--bread and meat Mrs Solomon cut for me." "Bread and meat!" he shouted.