"I dunno. Not till I get a seal. Us has got to have somethin' to eat, an' have it soon."
She found an old flour-bag, and tied up in it a few crusts of bread.
"You'd ought to keep this here," said Tom.
"No, Tom. You can't hunt without nothin' to eat. We'll manage somehow. We'll borrow."
"Ain't nobody to borrow from," answered Tom. "Ain't nobody round here got nothin'. We uns is all starvin'. Hope Sandy Maule's letter gits to that there Dr. Grenfell."
"Who's Dr. Grenfell?"
"He's a doctor comin' out here from England. He's goin' to help us."
"Will he have anythin' to eat?"
"Yes—he'll have suthin'. But he's got lots o' friends in England an' America—an' he can get 'em to send things."
"What'd Sandy Maule write?"