But they all died.

Scarlet fever took the girls inside a fortnight." "After this, sir," said the Carter, indicating the spread, and desiring to turn the conversation into more cheerful channels; "after this, I wouldn't be able to eat a workhouse breakfast in the morning." "Nor I," agreed the Carpenter, and they fell to discussing belly delights and the fine dishes their respective wives had cooked in the old days.
"I've gone three days and never broke my fast," said the Carter.
"And I, five," his companion added, turning gloomy with the memory of it.
"Five days once, with nothing on my stomach but a bit of orange peel, an' outraged nature wouldn't stand it, sir, an' I near died.

Sometimes, walkin' the streets at night, I've ben that desperate I've made up my mind to win the horse or lose the saddle.

You know what I mean, sir--to commit some big robbery.

But when mornin' come, there was I, too weak from 'unger an' cold to 'arm a mouse." As their poor vitals warmed to the food, they began to expand and wax boastful, and to talk politics.