"Here, Vince!" "Yes, father." "What did you have for your supper ?" "Oh! only a couple of slices of bread and butter, with a little jam on," said Mrs Burnet hastily.

"I cut it for him myself." "Nothing else ?" said the Doctor.
"No, dear." "Yes, I did, mother," said Vince, whose head was growing clearer now.
"I was so hungry I went into the larder and got that piece of cold pudding." "Wurrrh!" roared the Doctor, uttering a peculiar growling sound, and, to the astonishment of mother and son, he caught up the pillow and gave Vince a bang with it which knocked him back on the bolster.

"Cold pudding!" he cried.

"Here! try a shoe-sole to-morrow night, and see if you can digest that.

Come to bed, my dear.