"Yes, mama's baby shall have more pretty things soon," said Miss Vyvyan.
"Dinner," cried the child, "bing dinner, Dinah bing dinner."
"Yes, darling, we must find dinner for mama's baby."
"Dinah bing dinner?" again repeated the poor, hungry little thing, with an expressive look of interrogation.
"Yes, dear, yes;" folding the soft woolen cover still more closely round the child, Anna placed her in a sheltered spot. "Stay there a moment, baby, while I bring dinner."
From the marks on the outside of the boxes it was plain that they had come from some Mediterranean port, and contained fruits and other edibles. With a heavy stone, Anna soon broke open a small box of candied fruit, selecting some, she gave it to the half-starved child. One of the baby hands held her fruit, the other one was instantly stretched out toward the box.
"Mama, tandy, too," she cried.
"Mama is asleep, darling, she does not want candy."
"Oh mama, tandy, too," she repeated, with an earnestness that sent a thrill through Anna's heart.
"Yes; mama's baby shall take some if she wishes to."