"Yes," he said, doggedly.
Theodora drew a step nearer.
"Then you were a robber after all!" she said. "I never saw one before. But oh, I am so sorry it was you! I am too sorry! I was just getting to like you, because you said you would be kind to animals after this. Are, you really a robber?"
"I ain't one yet," said the boy, "and now I dun'no' as I'll ever be one. I feel kinder diff'runt about it, now I've got somethun inside o' me. I guess you'd feel like stealin' if yer hadn't had nothin' ter eat since day before yesterday."
"I do believe I would," said Theodora, compassionately; "it must be perfectly awful! But oh, I hope you won't steal anything. It is such a wicked thing to do. You know there is a commandment entirely about that, so it must be one of the wickedest things there are. Please don't steal!"
"I won't," said Andy Morse. "I feel diff'runt now."
There was a pause, while Theodora rapidly thought over the situation.
"What are you going to do to-morrow?" she asked. "How will you get something to eat then?"
"Dun'no'. Trust ter luck, I guess."
"Haven't you any relations?"