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“
My
dinner
’
s
easy
to
carry
about
with
me
,
”
he
said
.
“
Mother
always
lets
me
put
a
bit
o
’
somethin
’
in
my
pocket
.
”
He
picked
up
his
coat
from
the
grass
and
brought
out
of
a
pocket
a
lumpy
little
bundle
tied
up
in
a
quite
clean
,
coarse
,
blue
and
white
handkerchief
.
It
held
two
thick
pieces
of
bread
with
a
slice
of
something
laid
between
them
.
“
It
’
s
oftenest
naught
but
bread
,
”
he
said
,
“
but
I
’
ve
got
a
fine
slice
o
’
fat
bacon
with
it
today
.
”
Mary
thought
it
looked
a
queer
dinner
,
but
he
seemed
ready
to
enjoy
it
.
“
Run
on
an
’
get
thy
victuals
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
’
ll
be
done
with
mine
first
I
’
ll
get
some
more
work
done
before
I
start
back
home
.
”
He
sat
down
with
his
back
against
a
tree
.
“
I
’
ll
call
th
’
robin
up
,
”
he
said
,
“
and
give
him
th
’
rind
o
’
th
’
bacon
to
peck
at
.
They
likes
a
bit
o
’
fat
wonderful
.
”
Mary
could
scarcely
bear
to
leave
him
.
Suddenly
it
seemed
as
if
he
might
be
a
sort
of
wood
fairy
who
might
be
gone
when
she
came
into
the
garden
again
.
He
seemed
too
good
to
be
true
.
She
went
slowly
half
-
way
to
the
door
in
the
wall
and
then
she
stopped
and
went
back
.
“
Whatever
happens
,
you
—
you
never
would
tell
?
”
she
said
.
