A man forty years of age sat at the table with a baby on his knee.

Two children, one four and the other two years old, sat at his side, while the mother was placing supper on the table.

What a tempting sight for a hungry man! Could one conceive a more happy family picture?
The travellers looked on, and the father was almost maddened when he glanced at his own child.
"Papa, I am so hungry and so tired," she whispered.

"Won't you ask them if we can stay here ?" Fugitives from the law must have a care where they go, and to whom they appeal, yet Ester's father was growing more desperate every moment.

He went boldly to the door and gave a timid rap with his knuckle.