"No indeed; you know what sort of a supper I mean."
"What would you get? for instance?"
"Let me see," said Matilda, speaking slowly and considering the matter intently. "Some tea there should be, of course; and sugar. And milk. Then, some bread and butter—and herring—and perhaps, a loaf of gingerbread."
"What made you think of herring?" said David, looking very much amused and curious.
"O, I know such people like them very much, and they cost almost nothing."
"If we are giving them a supper, I should say, give them something that costs a little more—something they could not get for themselves."
"O these people don't get even herring, David."
"What do you suppose they live upon?"
"Bread,—and—I really don't know, David! In the country, they would have cheese, and sometimes fish, I suppose; but these people are too poor even for that."
"That's being poorer than anybody ought to be," said David. "I go in for the supper. It's fun. I tell you what, Tilly,—I'll stand a beefsteak."