"We're not fooling you; we're giving you what the Bible tells us to give you—meat and water. And I've a piece of pudding besides. Here it is!"
He almost snatched the meat from her, and ate it wolfishly in his fingers.
"Hain't you got no more?" he asked.
"Here's the pudding," said Freda.
She and Daffy watched him with disgusted faces. Then Daffy said very gently:
"I don't think you know how very differcult it's been to get you anything at all. We had to get Nurse out of the room, and coax Jane, and then she would hardly let us take any."
The pudding quickly disappeared, and then the boy's bright impudent eyes looked up.
"Mother thought as 'ow you might give me something for the little 'uns. Feyther—he drinks more'n he earns."
"We've nothing more to-day," said Freda hastily; "except p'raps we could get a bedroom for you. Would you like to sleep with us one night?"
He grinned, but shook his head.