watched her through the open door, yet he passively sat, withdrawn into himself, seeking in no way either to secure a portion of the food or to make himself known. After a time, he heard faintly voices beyond the kitchen, and knew the family must be there at breakfast, but still he sat, saying nothing.

At last the door of the inner room was burst open, and a child ran out, demanding scraps for her puppy.

“I may! I may, too, feed him in the dining room. Mamma says I may, after we’re through.”

“Go off, honey chile, mussin’ de flo’ like dat-a-way fer me to clean up agin. Naw, honey. Go out on de stoop wif yer fool houn’ dog.” And the tiny, fair girl with her plate of scraps and her small black dog leaping and