hit every day. I had a hull set o’ that when I married Farwell. Give hit here.” She took the precious relic in her work-worn hands and peered into it, then wiped it out with the corner of the sheet which covered her. This Thryng did not see. He was watching the girl, as she broke open the hot, fragrant corn-bread and placed it beside his plate.

“Come,” she said. “You sure must be right hungry. Sit here and eat.” David felt like one drunken with weariness when he rose, and caught at the edge of the table to steady himself.

“Aren’t you hungry, too?” he asked, “and Hoyle, here? Sit beside me; we’re going to have a feast, little chap.”

The girl placed an earthen crock on the table and