"No wonder father didn't want to feed that to another man when mother isn't very well, and likes it! No wonder!" Then he gave me a big bite of breast.

It was sort of dry and tasteless; I didn't like it.
"Why, I think neck or back beats that all to pieces!" I said in surprise.
"Fact is, they do!" said Leon.

"I guess the people who 'wish to choose breast,' do it to get the biggest piece." I never had thought of it before, but of course that would be the reason.
"Allow me, Sister Stanton," said Leon, holding out a piece of thigh.
That was really chicken! Then we went over the backs and picked out all the kidneys, and ate the little crusty places, and all the cake we could swallow; then Leon fixed up the bag the best he could, and set it inside an old cracked churn and put on the lid.
He said that would do almost as well as the cellar, and the food would keep until to-morrow.

I wanted to slip down and put it in the Underground Station; but Leon said father must be spending a lot of money right now, and he might go there to get some, so that wouldn't be safe.

Then he cleaned my face, and I told him when he got his right, and we slipped from the back door, crossed the Lawton blackberry patch, and went to the house from the orchard.