"A dear little hungry boy, and he will be glad of any scraps."
"Dear Nellie, do give us some, but don't tell Nurse."
She laughed.
"Eh, but you'll be gettin' me into a scrape sure enough if Cook catches me."
But she took the bag, and in about five minutes' time came back with it nearly full.
"'Twill only be thrown to the fowls and dogs," she said. "There, get on, or else we'll all be getting into trouble."
Away marched the little girls with their burden, but, alas! as they turned round the corner of the house they saw a big motor at the hall door.
Their mother was saying good-bye to some friends, and, to add to their dismay, Nurse was crossing the lawn with Bertie.
Mrs. Harrington caught sight of her little girls, and called to them.
"Come and speak to your godmother, Freda; and Daffy too. Come along!"