68 THE SILVER LAKE STORIES.

come every morhing, and she would
give him a piece of br ead; but she did
not tell him that she should spare it
to him from her own breakfast, because
she feared he would not be willing to
take it. Every morning, then, as soon
as Maggy heard the sound of the poor
boy's pipe, she hastened out with the
bread which she had saved from her

  
 

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own breakfast. One morning she said
to him,
“What is your name? you never
told me.”
* wt call me Jom down at the
camp,” said the boy, “but I think the
beautiful lady used to call me Arthur.”