"Little." said Willie briefly.
Dame Fortune was kind to these poor little waifs this morning, for they had not gone far on their travels when Willie's sharp eye spied something on the ground. Eagerly he ran forward, and picked up a small silver coin, which he held up with high glee for his brother to see.
"Why, Willie," exclaimed Bob, "you are lucky! That's a real silver sixpence. Now you shall have a jolly good breakfast."
"Oh, yes," said Willie, "I am 'ungry. Ain't yer Bob?"
With light hearts the two boys went on, talking eagerly as to how the sixpence should be spent. To these two poor little street arabs it seemed almost unlimited wealth, for never in their short lives had they had so much money to spend. Bob was determined to give Willie a treat, so, without saying where they were going, he led the way to St. James's Park, where they found a man in charge of a stall, with a cow standing near by. With a very important air Bob marched up to the man, and asked for two glasses of milk. The man looked at them rather suspiciously. In their ragged clothes they looked very different from most of the people who came to buy milk.
"Have you any money?" he asked.
"'Course we 'ave," answered Bob proudly. "Show 'im, Willie."
Willie held up his hand and showed the man the shining coin.
"Why, where, did you get that?" asked the man. That's a lot of money for a little chap like you to have."
"I found it," said Willie, "and now we're goin' to 'ave some breakfast, ain't we, Bob?"