But she only drooped a little more, and stared out over the bright sea with misty eyes, composing herself to endure her hunger.
Tinker went swiftly to the restaurant of the Hotel des Princes, where the waiters greeted him with affectionate grins, and, addressing himself to the manager, set forth his new friend's plight, and his wishes.

The manager fell in with them on the instant, only too pleased to have the chance of obliging his most popular customer; and, in five minutes, Tinker left the restaurant followed by a waiter bearing a tray of dainties, all carefully chosen to tempt the appetite of a child.
They took their way to the gardens, and the little girl brightened up at the sight of the returning Tinker.

But when the waiter set the tray on the seat, she flushed painfully, and though she could not draw her hungry eyes away from the food, she stammered, "T-t-thank you very m-m-much.

B-b-but I haven't any money." Tinker gave the waiter a couple of francs, and bade him come for the tray in half an hour.

Then he said cheerfully, "That's all right.