"There goes two-pence in the form of a queen-cake," said Mr. Gresham.
Hal next offered some of his cakes to his uncle and cousin.
But they thanked him, and refused to eat any, because, they said, they were not hungry.
So he ate and ate, as he walked along, till at last he stopped, and said, "This bun tastes so bad after the queen-cakes, I can't bear it!" And he was going to fling it from him into the river.
"O, it is a pity to waste that good bun! We may be glad of it yet," said Ben; "give it to me rather than to throw it away."
"Why, I thought you said you were not hungry," said Hal.
"True, I am not hungry now, but that is no reason why I should never be hungry again."
"Well, there is the cake for you; take it, for it has made me sick; and I don't care what becomes of it."
Ben folded the refused bit of his cousin's bun in a piece of paper, and put it into his pocket.