"What will you do, Benny?"
"Do? Well, I dunno, yet; but I's bound to do some'at, an' I will too."
After awhile he spoke again. "I say, Nell, ain't yer hungry? for I is. I believe I could eat a grave-stun."
"I was hungry afore faather beat me, but I doesna feel it now," was the reply.
"Well, I seen where mother put the bread an' butter, and if I dunna fork the lot I's not Ben Bates."
"But how will yer get to it, Benny?"
"Aisy 'nough, on'y you must 'elp me."
So without much noise they moved the table into the corner of the room underneath the cupboard, and placing the chair on the top of the table, Benny mounted the top, and was able to reach the cupboard without difficulty.
A fair share of the loaf remained, and "heaps of butter," Benny said.
"Now, Nell," said he, "we'll 'ave a feast."