The next house stood just back from the street
Amos and Ann looked at the Journeying Man. “It must be very hard on her, J. M.,” they said.
“What’s hard on her?” returned J. M. “Having turkey and potatoes and all that?”
Amos and Ann turned red. “Having no one to eat them,” they said in a low voice.
It had been some hours since they left the gypsy camp, and they were beginning to be very hungry indeed.
The little old lady stood at the door and waited.
“We might help her out if there’s time,” J. M. said suddenly.
“Oho!” cried Amos. “There’s plenty of that, you know, in Zodiac Town!”