Polly, the little brisk overseer downstairs, finding Paul eating in the cellar, asked him if she could cook him anything on her little stove.

Next day his mother gave him a dish that could be heated up.

He took it into the pleasant, clean room to Polly.

And very soon it grew to be an established custom that he should have dinner with her.

When he came in at eight in the morning he took his basket to her, and when he came down at one o'clock she had his dinner ready.
He was not very tall, and pale, with thick chestnut hair, irregular features, and a wide, full mouth.