Toby looked for a moment at Mr. Treat's thin legs and arms, and
then he said, warningly, "I wouldn't feel like it very often if I
was you, Mr. Treat, 'cause she might break some of your bones if
you didn't happen to scare her enough."

"Don't fear for me, my boy -- don't fear for me; you'll see how
I manage her if you stay with the circus long enough. Now I often
--"

If Mr. Treat was about to confide a family secret to Toby, it was
fated that he should not hear it then, for Mrs. Treat had just come
out of her tent, carrying in her hands a large tin plate piled high
with a miscellaneous assortment of pie, cake, bread, and meat.

She placed this in front of Toby, and as she did so she handed him
two pictures.

"There, little Toby Tyler," she said -- "there's something for you
to eat, if Mr. Job Lord and his precious partner Jacobs did say
you shouldn't have any supper; an' I've brought you a picture of
Samuel an' me. We sell 'em for ten cents apiece, but I'm going to
give them to you, because I like the looks of you."

Toby was quite overcome with the presents, and seemed at a loss
how to thank her for them. He attempted to speak, but could not
get the words out at first; and then he said, as he put the two
photographs in the same pocket with his money: "You're awful good
to me, an' when I get to be a man I'll give you lots of things.
I wasn't so very hungry, if I am such a big eater, but I did want
something."