“Poor man!” said Flora. “Do give him something, father.”
“Bless you, little miss! Your father is too kind to refuse me,” said the man.
“I can’t do any thing for you,” said Mr. Lee, firmly.
“Do, father,” added Flora.
“Any small change, to buy me something to eat,” said the man, in pleading tones.
“If you are hungry, go to my house, and my wife will feed you,” replied Mr. Lee.
“Won’t you give me the matter of a few cents?” begged the man.
“Not a cent.”
“I will,” said Henry. “I don’t want the poor man to go hungry;” and he threw him a ten-cent piece.
“God bless you, my little man!” said the beggar, as he picked up the money. “May you never want for a meal of victuals!”