“You don’t know how,” said Sue.
“Yes, my does”; and Tod, folding his hands, said very slowly and gravely,—
“O Lord, for pity’s sake. Amen.”
Nobody laughed, he looked so serious; only Sue began, “I told you——”
“Don’t,” whispered Say. “He meant it all right, and I guess God understood.”
While they were eating, a rough-looking man came up to the open door and asked for a drink of water. Tod jumped up at once and handed him his own little silver mug.
“What a nice boy!” said the tramp. “Wouldn’t he give a poor fellow a bit of cake, now?”
Maybee hastened to pass the cake-basket, with all the politeness imaginable.
“My papa’s gone to the beach,” said Tod, trying to be sociable.