On top of each piece was the half of a walnut meat.

He tenderly seized one of these and stole through the deserted house, through kitchen and woodshed, out to the free air again.

Back of the woodshed he sat down on the hard bare ground, his back to its wall, looking into the garden where Judge Penniman, in the intervals of his suffering, raised a few vegetables.

It was safe seclusion for the pleasant task in hand.

He gloated rapturously over the cake, eating first the half of the walnut meat, which he carefully removed.