"I had a—a bun."
"Is that all?"
"Yes."
"How much money have you?"
"Fifteen cents, and I wanted to make that last just as long as I could."
"Come with me, and I'll get you something to eat," said our hero.
Fred was willing enough, and seated at a table in a restaurant he fairly devoured the beef and beans, bread and coffee set before him.
"Have a piece of lemon pie?" asked Nat.
"Can you afford it, Nat?"
"I guess so," and our hero ordered the pie, and also ate a piece, and drank a glass of milk, to keep Fred company.