the other with a deprecating glance. No one knew better than she how
delightful this change of diet would be; but she quickly put aside her
own desire, and said gently,

"I'm so proud of you, Morton! Molly and I can't complain with such a man
to look after us, can we? But look at this. I have only a few pennies
left, and I was wondering what we should do for milk for baby. Now, if
we can all be unselfish, and let you sell this goose to Mrs. Norris or
Miss Prue, it will buy milk for some time yet. Don't you see, dear?"

The boy's face flushed darkly, and all the brightness died out of it,
while Molly's became as blank as the wall.

"It's all the baby's fault," he said bitterly. "We'd have had plenty of
money but for him. Let him suffer too!"

"Morton!"

His head drooped at the grave tone, and Molly choked back something she
was about to say.

"Could you really bear to see that little darling suffer, Morton? You
know you couldn't! We all know he never meant to do such mischief. Look
at his innocent little face this minute; could you see it grow thin and
pale for lack of the food he craves?"

Morton gave one look, and melted.

"I didn't really mean it," he stammered; "only I'm awful hungry, Sara."