"We have only six bunches left," said Bella joyfully; "we'll go and have something to eat now. Where can we go for it, Tom?"
"There's a stall in the market-house where they sell limpets and cockles, and——"
"Oh, I don't want limpets and cockles! I want a glass of milk and some buns. Don't you?"
"Rather," said Tom; "let's buy some buns at that shop down there, and go somewhere quiet to eat them. I wouldn't like to eat them in the shop, with every one looking, would you?"
"No; but we can't take milk away without something to carry it in."
"Well, we'll drink water. There's sure to be a pump or a drinking-fountain near."
So they went to the shop, and very proud Bella felt as she took out her purse and paid for the four buns the woman put in a bag for her.
"Anything else, missie?"
"No, thank you," said Bella, but rather regretfully, as her eyes fell on the tarts and sausage-rolls, and the bottles of sweets, and on the glasses of milk labelled 'Penny a glass.' A glass each would have cost twopence, and that with the buns would amount to sixpence. "It would be a dreadful lot out of what we've made," thought Bella, and bravely turned away.
The smell of the new buns was very enticing to two hungry little people who had had nothing to eat since their seven o'clock breakfast, and they did not dawdle on their way back to the friendly shelter of the church steps.