"Suppose we give them our soup.

Aunt Leah has just fetched it for us.

Have we not a special supper to-night ?" "But father ?" murmured the little woman dubiously.
"Oh, he won't notice it.

I don't think he knows the soup kitchen opens to-night.

Let me, mother." And Fanny, letting Pesach's hand go, slipped out to the room that served as a kitchen, and bore the still-steaming pot upstairs.