"Don't you like it?" Henry said, bending down to him.
"'E can't eat it, guv'nor!" the other boy said.
"Can't eat it?"
"No, guv'nor, 'e can't. I'll 'ave to eat it for 'im...."
"But why can't you eat?" Henry asked, turning to the boy who still gaped helplessly at the pudding.
The child did not answer. He stared at the pudding, and then he stared at Henry, and as he did so, the pudding fell from his hands, and he became sick....
"'Ere, wod you chuckin' it awy for?" the other boy said, dropping quickly to the ground and picking up the pudding.
"He's ill," Henry said helplessly.
"'E's always ill," the boy answered, stuffing pieces of the recovered pudding into his mouth.
A policeman was standing at the corner, and Henry went to him and told him of the child's plight.