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But he had reckoned without his host, for as he swept them into a
jagged piece of sailcloth and prepared to tie up the bundle, Celestina
called to him from the window.
"Where you goin', Willie?" she demanded.
"Up to Zenas Henry's to mend the pump."
"But you can't go now," objected she. "It's ten o'clock, an' you ain't
had a mouthful of breakfast this mornin'."
The little man regarded her blankly.
"Ain't I et nothin'?" he inquired with surprise.
"No. Don't you remember you got up early to go fishin', an' then you
found the pump wasn't workin', an' you've been wrestlin' with it ever
since."
"So I have!"
A sunny smile of recollection overspread the old man's face.
"Ain't you hungry?"
"I dunno," considered he without interest. "Mebbe I am. Yes, now you
speak of it, I will own to feelin' a mite holler. Can't you hand me a
snack to eat as I go along?"
"You'd much better come in an' have your breakfast properly."
"Oh, I don't want nothin' much," the altruist protested. "Just fetch
me out a slice of bread or a doughnut.


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