She hastily cut a large slice of bread, buttered it, laid upon it some bacon and handed it to him.
"Here, take this in the meantime," she said.

"I'll have your tea in a jiffy." The boy took the bread, and, faint though he was with hunger, sternly repressing all sign of haste, he ate it with grave deliberation.
In a few minutes more the tea was ready and Mandy brought him a cup.
"Good!" he said, drinking it slowly.
"Another ?" she smiled.
"Good!" he replied, drinking the second cup more rapidly.
"Now, we'll have some fish," cried Mandy cheerily, "and then you'll be fit for your journey home." In twenty minutes more she brought him a frying pan in which two large beautiful trout lay, browned in butter.

Mandy caught the wolf-like look in his eyes as they fell upon the food.

She cut several thick slices of bread, laid them in the pan with the fish and turned her back upon him.
The Indian seized the bread, and, noting that he was unobserved, tore it apart like a dog and ate ravenously, the fish likewise, ripping the flesh off the bones and devouring it like some wild beast.
"There, now," she said, when he had finished, "you've had enough to keep you going.

Indeed, you have had all that's good for you.