“‘Don’t you want some dinner, Sue?’
“She hesitated a little, and then said ‘yes.’
“‘Well, see, dear, and make some more of that porridge. Can you?’
“‘Yes, father; there’s some meal yet. And there’s some bread, too.’
“‘You may have that,’ said the cobbler. ‘And I’ll go out by and by, and see if I can get a little money. Mr. Shipham had a pair of boots new soled a month ago; and Mr. Binch owes me for some jobs—if I ever could get hold of them.’
“And the cobbler sighed.
“‘If people only knew, they would pay you, father, wouldn’t they?’
“‘There is one that knows,’ said the cobbler. ‘And why they don’t pay me he knows. Maybe it’s to teach you and me, Sue, that man does not live by bread alone.’
“‘But by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God doth man live,’ his little daughter went on softly, as if she were filling up the words for her own satisfaction. ‘But didn’t we know that before, father?’