“Tom, I am so hungry!”

Tom took something out of his pocket.

“Do you remember this?” said he.

Becky almost smiled.

“It’s our wedding-cake, Tom.”

“Yes — I wish it was as big as a barrel, for it’s all we’ve got.”

“I saved it from the picnic for us to dream on, Tom, the way grownup people do with wedding-cake — but it’ll be our — ”

She dropped the sentence where it was.

Tom divided the cake and Becky ate with good appetite, while Tom nibbled at his moiety. There was abundance of cold