"We are dying of hunger.

I have been on my legs since sunrise, and have walked ten leagues to-day, for most part carrying my child on my back.

I have the money, I am hungry, and I will have food." "I have none for you," said the landlord.
"What are you cooking in your kitchen, the savory odors of which are maddening to a hungry man ?" "It is all ordered." "By whom ?" "Merchants and travellers from Plymouth and New Amsterdam." "You can surely spare a crust for my child, she is starving." The stern landlord hesitated, when a loud authoritative "Ahem!" from his invisible wife strengthened him, and he said: "I have not a morsel to spare." "I am at an inn.

I am hungry, I have money, and I shall remain," answered the stranger, sitting by the side of the little girl, who nervously clutched his arm.

The landlord seemed quite put out, if not a little awed by the determined manner of the stranger, and turning about re-entered the house, where he held a whispered consultation with some one.