"I'll give it him in a saucer," said Mother. "It'll be cooler that way."
A saucer of tea was offered to the boy.
"Can you hold it, me lad?"
"Yes, lady," he said, faintly.
"Lap it up, then. Better let me try it first." She sipped a little out of the saucer. "Yes, that's right enough."
The tea was so perfectly delicious that he swallowed it at a gulp. Mother and the Foreman Shunter watched him with surprise.
"Now for a bite o' bread and butter," said Mother, sawing away at a quartern loaf.
The boy seized the bread and butter like a hungry dog. Mother and the Foreman Shunter stood looking at him with queer, rather startled faces.
"I never see the likes o' that, Job."
"No, never," said the Foreman Shunter, solemnly. "Damn me."