162 May comes to the Rescue.

mouth began to water; and he
thought if mother had only been
there, he could not have helped ask-
ing for one piece.

But she was not; and so next he
began to wonder—would she mind
very much—would one lump less
make much difference ?

It was Mr. Like, you know, that
put those thoughts into his head ;
and he talked very fast and loud.

But that other little talker, who
called himself Mr. Oughtn’t this
time, was not silent. He whispered
too, loud, and then louder :—

“No, no; don’t touch them. You
know very well that they are not
yours, and that it will be stealing if