"You are a good girl," said the ass.
He shook himself and dissipated his thoughts; then he trotted briskly here and there on the path to see if there was anything worth looking for.
CHAPTER XIX
They shared the food: there was little of it, and some of it was wet; but they each had a piece of bread, a knuckle of cheese, and three cold potatoes.
Mary said there was something wrong with her, and she passed two of her cold potatoes to the cherub Art, who ate them easily.
"I wish you had given them to me," said her father.
"I'll give you one of mine," said Eileen Ni Cooley, and she thrust one across to him.
Mac Cann pushed it entire into his mouth, and ate it as one who eats in a trance: he stared at Eileen.