When he got to the men, the foreman asked him what his mother said.
And the little boy told him that his mother said he could have some of their things if they didn't give him any cake or any pie, and that any of the men could have their tea or coffee warmed for them if they would take it to his house.
The men who had tea or coffee were glad to hear that, and they went to the little boy's house and took their tea and their coffee.
Some had it in bottles and some had it in the covers of their dinner-pails, with the cup to drink out of fitting over the top.
The foreman didn't go, and the little boy sat down close to him and began to drink his milk; but his cat bothered him by trying to get it.
So the little boy gave her a push with his foot.
"Get away, kitty," he said. "You can't have any."
Then the foreman laughed, and he broke off a piece of white bread and gave it to the little boy. And the little boy took a great enormous bite.
"Is it good?" the foreman asked.
The little boy nodded. "M—m—m!" he said. He couldn't really say anything because he had his mouth full of bread.