"Nothin'," she said, faintly, "only I feel as if there was a rat inside o' me. You ain't got any crackers round, have you?"
"No, but I've got something better," and he drew a flask from the pocket of his big ulster and put it to her mouth.
Her nostrils dilated. "I'm a Loyal Legion girl."
"Loyal Legion—what's that?"
"Beware of bottles, beware of cups,
Evil to him who evil sups."
"Oh! a temperance crank," and he laughed. "Well, here's a hunk of cake I put in my pocket last night."
The little girl ate with avidity the section of a rich fruit loaf he handed her.
"How about your dog?" asked the young man.