"We must go on, Martha."
"Are you any better, father?" said she wiping her tears away.
"Not much—hunger and sorrow are bad nurses, dear," he replied; "but night will come upon us before we get to any place to sleep in, if we do not move on."
"Poor old man! He is tired and hungry, and has got nothing to eat," whispered little Kate to Edward; and the tears came into her eyes. "I am not at all hungry now: are you?"
"Let us go and bring the milk to them," Edward answered.
They ran to their table; and while Kate took up the bowl of milk, and, carefully holding it in both hands, carried it to the door, Edward brought the plate of cakes, and Laura followed, wondering what they were going to do.
The young girl had already risen from her seat; the old man was sitting up, and looked sadly pale and tired.
"Will you drink this milk?" said Kate, raising her eyes to his face, while Edward held the plate of cakes to him.
"God bless you, little angels," said the old man. "He has sent you to help us in our sore need."
"Oh! thank and bless you, kind young lady and gentleman," cried his daughter.