Believing her to be suffering severely, the big tears of sympathy rolled down Joe's face as he told her again and again of all he would do towards finding her mother when the day had come.
The princess was lying quietly in Joe's arms when Master Plummer finally returned, bringing the can of milk, and yawning as if he had been asleep during the entire journey and had but just awakened.
"Now you can see that it was jest as I said!" he exclaimed. "When youngsters start in yellin', they've got to do about so much of it, an' there's no use tryin' to stop 'em. Here I've walked all over this city huntin' for milk when I might jest as well have been sleepin'."
"It won't do you any harm, Plums, an' I honestly think the princess is hungry."
"She can't be very bad off, with Bologna, an' cakes, an' peanuts 'round. I'll bet she won't touch this."
Joe broke into the milk such fragments of cracker as remained in the cupboard-box, after which, and first wiping the spoon carefully on his coat sleeve, he began to feed the little maid.
"HE BEGAN TO FEED THE LITTLE MAID."
To Master Plummer's disappointment, she ate almost greedily, and Joe said, in a tone of triumph: