And the men came where the nice boards were, and they sat around anywhere, and they opened their pails and their baskets and the newspaper bundle, and they began to eat their dinners.
The little boy had sat down, too, but he didn't feel very comfortable.
He thought that, perhaps, he ought to have brought his dinner, but he didn't know about it, so how could he have brought it?
And he got up and started home, but the foreman called after him and asked him why he was going.
And the little boy said that he was going to bring his dinner, too, and eat it with them.
And the foreman said that they would give him some of their dinner, and that there were all sorts of nice things that their wives had cooked.
And the little boy said that he would ask his mother, and he would hurry as fast as he could.
In a few minutes, the little boy came back to the place where the men were sitting.
He walked very carefully, because he was carrying a cup of milk; and his cat walked beside him and looked up at the cup of milk all the time, and, every few steps, she stood on her hind legs and tried to reach the milk.
But she couldn't, and the little boy didn't pay any attention to her.