"Pie. It was pie I was a-talkin' about all the time."
"Don't they give you sufficient?"
"Pie?"
"Yes."
"No, sir; not nigh enough. An'—an'—come here closter. I'm a-gittin' weak—I'm a-starvin'!" he whispered.
"You shall not starve. What do you want?"
"Well, now, I was jess a-thinkin' that one or two more pieces fur dinner every day—every day——"
"Pie?"
"Yes, sir; pie. I was a-talkin' about pie."
"You shall certainly have it; but don't they give you any?"