Dumpty was crying bitterly now, and the loud sobs shook her small body. Humpty looked dismally at his surroundings, and continued to swing his legs.
"Give over!" he said to Dumpty, after one of her loudest sobs; "it will never do for them to see that you've been crying, or they will be just furious."
After a time Dumpty dried her eyes, and went to the window, and drew back the curtains.
"It's getting dark," she said.
Humpty began to whistle. Suddenly he stopped.
"I am getting awful hungry," he remarked.
"We shan't have nuffin' to eat until the morning," said Dumpty.
"Humpty," she continued, "would it be any good if we screamed and banged the door?"
"No," said the boy; "if they heard us trying to give the alarm, they would be very angry, and perhaps they wouldn't give us anything to eat for days—not until we were nearly dead."
"I think we had better go to sleep," said Dumpty, yawning, and began saying her prayers.