Uncle is rather forgetful," said the little girl, but her lips moved at the thought of food as a hungry child's will.
"This won't do at all! Come along with me.

It's rather late, but we'll find something." Her face brightened for a moment; but she shook her head, and said, "No, I mustn't go away from here.

Uncle might come back, and he would be so angry if he had to look for me." Tinker shrugged his shoulders, turned on his heel, and was gone.

She looked after him sadly.

She would have liked him to stay a little longer; it was so nice to talk to an English boy after ten days in this strange land; and he seemed such a nice boy.