All these things made him grunt despairingly and think of his mother.
"Feelin' better ?" said the boy, with a grin.

"Hev some coffee ?" He brought a tin cup full and sweetened it with molasses.
"Isn't there milk ?" said Harvey, looking round the dark double tier of bunks as if he expected to find a cow there.
"Well, no," said the boy.

"Ner there ain't likely to be till 'baout mid-September.

'Tain't bad coffee.

I made it." Harvey drank in silence, and the boy handed him a plate full of pieces of crisp fried pork, which he ate ravenously.
"I've dried your clothes.