There was another internal shaking on the part of the driver, which
Toby did not fear so much, since he was getting accustomed to it,
and then the man said, "Well, you are the queerest little cove I
ever saw."

"I s'pose I am," was the reply, accompanied by a long drawn sigh.
"I don't seem to amount to so much as the other fellers do, an' I
guess it's because I'm always hungry; you see, I eat awful, Uncle
Dan'l says."

The only reply which the driver made to this plaintive confession
was to put his hand down into the deepest recesses of one of his
deep pockets and to draw therefrom a huge doughnut, which he handed
to his companion.

Toby was so much at his ease by this time that the appetite which
had failed him at supper had now returned in full force, and he
devoured the doughnut in a most ravenous manner.

"You're too small to eat so fast," said the man, in a warning
tone, as the last morsel of the greasy sweetness disappeared, and
he fished up another for the boy. "Some time you'll get hold of
one of the India rubber doughnuts that they feed to circus people,
an' choke yourself to death."

Toby shook his head, and devoured this second cake as quickly as
he had the first, craning his neck, and uttering a funny little
squeak as the last bit went down, just as a chicken does when he
gets too large a mouthful of dough.