He was sitting in front of his heaped-up plate, looking at the tempting food, with his knife and fork lying untouched on the table.

There was a dreamy, half-sad, half-bewildered look about him.
"Poor little fellow!" exclaimed Edith as soon as she saw him, and in a moment she was behind his chair.
"Shall I cut it up for you ?" she asked as she lifted his knife and fork from the table.
The child turned almost with a start, and looked up at her with a quick flash of feeling on his face.

She saw that he remembered her.
"Let me fix it all nicely," she said as she stooped over him and commenced cutting up his piece of turkey.

The child did not look at his plate while she cut the food, but with his head turned kept his large eyes on her countenance.
"Now it's all right," said Edith, encouragingly, as she laid the knife and fork on his plate, taking a deep breath at the same time, for her heart beat so rapidly that her lungs was oppressed with the inflowing of blood.

She felt, at the same time, an almost irresistible desire to catch him up into her arms and draw him lovingly to her bosom.