"Keep back the dog!" she warned the elder boy.
She opened the box and divided the milk between Billy and the girl.
She gave each a piece of cake leaving one and a sandwich.

Billy pressed forward eagerly, bitter disappointment on his face, and the elder boy forgot his charge.
"Aw, I thought they'd be meat!" lamented Billy.
Elnora could not endure that.
"There is!" she said gladly.

"There is a little pigeon bird.

I want a teeny piece of the breast, for a sort of keepsake, just one bite, and you can have the rest among you." Elnora drew the knife from its holder and cut off the wishbone.

Then she held the bird toward the girl.
"You can divide it," she said.