"'It is not bread—it is cake,' said Lucy.
"'Alas! little lady,' said the poor woman, 'he does not know what cake is; he is too glad to get a crust of bread.'
"'Poor boy!' said Lucy kindly. 'How strange not to know what cake is! Here, take it.'
"He seized the cake, and in a moment he had eaten it up.
"Then Lucy took up the cherry tart, and stretching out her hand, said, in her sweet voice: 'Eat this too, poor boy!'
"He did not need to be asked twice; and the tart soon disappeared.
"'Now, take this,' said Lucy, handing him the beautiful peach.
"With joyful eagerness the boy swallowed the peach, while the generous child looked on, her face glowing with delight; and then she took the biscuit out of dolly's hand, and gave it to the poor little fellow, who finished it in double quick time, and dolly smiled just as sweetly as ever, when she gave up her biscuit, which was very good-natured in her, under the circumstances. Then the poor woman poured out thanks and blessings upon the head of the dear little girl, and upon her mother who had given the poor woman a piece of money; and she and her son went on their way with grateful hearts, the little boy looking back at Lucy as long as he could see her.
"Then the mother took the little girl in her arms, and kissed her, and said: 'My darling! you have not had any luncheon.'