"Indeed we could. But you haven't the money yet and we must try to be
as happy as we can in the meantime. That's what ma says, and she
really does practise it. So I've got to look after you now when you
can't pay me. I'm going to see if I can't find something to eat. The
man who lives here surely doesn't live on air. He must have some food
in the house."

It did not take Betty long to find the cupboard. This was nothing more
than a box nailed to the wall, on which a rude door had been fastened.
There were three shelves and on these were a loaf of bread, some cold
meat, potatoes, eggs and cheese.

"Isn't this great!" she exclaimed, as she brought forth what she
needed. "I can warm up these potatoes, and we shall have a grand
supper."

"I am worrying about the man who owns those things," David remarked.
"He might not mind our using his house, but when it comes to making
free with his provisions, it might be a different matter. Do you think
it is right for us to touch them?"

"We won't take all," and Betty stood before the table eying the meat
and potatoes. "We can leave enough for him. If he is a kind man he
will not mind our taking some of his supper. How dark it is getting,"
she added. "I shall light that lamp. Now, isn't that better," she
continued when this had been accomplished. "We shall have supper in a
short time."

While Betty busied herself about the stove, David remained stretched