They thought we were ill and sent us to bed early.

When Hope came into my room above stairs late in the evening we were both desperately hungry.

We looked at our store of doughnuts and bread and butter under my bed.

We counted it over.
'Won't you try one o' the doughnuts,' I whispered hoping that she would say yes so that I could try one also; for they did smell mighty good.
''Twouldn't be right,' said she regretfully.

'There ain't any more 'n he'll want now.
''Twouldn't be right,' I repeated with a sigh as I looked longingly at one of the big doughnuts.