The child made no attempt to eat, and still kept looking at her.
"Now, my little man," she said, taking his fork and lifting a piece of the turkey to his mouth.

It touched his palate, and appetite asserted its power over him; his eyes went down to his plate with a hungry eagerness.

Then Edith put the fork into his hand, but he did not know how to use it, and made but awkward attempts to take up the food.
Mrs.Paulding, the missionary's wife, came by at the moment, and seeing the child, put her hand on him, and said, kindly, "Oh, it's little Andy," and passed on.
"So your name's Andy ?" "Yes, ma'am." It was the first time Edith had heard his voice.

It fell sweet and tender on her ears, and stirred her heart strangely.
"Where do you live ?" He gave the name of a street she had never heard of before.
"But you're not eating your dinner.

Come, take your fork just so.