, he ought to have brought his dinner, but he
didn't know about it, so how could he have brought it?

And he got up and started home, but the foreman called after him and
asked him why he was going.

And the little boy said that he was going to bring his dinner, too,
and eat it with them.

And the foreman said that they would give him some of their dinner,
and that there were all sorts of nice things that their wives had
cooked.

And the little boy said that he would ask his mother, and he would
hurry as fast as he could.

In a few minutes, the little boy came back to the place where the men
were sitting.

He walked very carefully, because he was carrying a cup of milk; and
his cat walked beside him and looked up at the cup of milk all the
time, and, every few steps, she stood on her hind legs and tried to
reach the milk.

But she couldn't, and the little boy didn't pay any attention to her.

When he got to the men, the foreman asked him what his mother said.

And the little boy told him that his mother said he could have some of
their things if they didn't give him any cake or any pie, and that any
of the men could have their tea or coffee warmed for them if they
would take it to his house.

The men who had tea or coffee were glad to hear that, and they went to
the little boy's house and took their tea and their coffee.

Some had it in bottles and some had it in the covers of their
dinner-pails, with the cup to drink out of fitting over the top.

The foreman didn't go, and the little boy sat down close to him and
began to drink his milk; but his cat bothered him by trying to get it.

So the little boy gave her a push with his foot.

"Get away, kitty," he said. "You can't have any."

Then the foreman laughed, and he broke off a piece of white bread and
gave it to the little boy. And the little boy took a great enormous
bite.

"Is it good?" the foreman asked.

The little boy nodded. "M--m--m!" he said. He couldn't really say
anything because he had his mouth full of bread.

"My wife made it," said the foreman. "I think she's a very fine cook."

The little boy put his mouthful of bread in his cheek so that he could
speak.

"Yes," he said, "I think so too."

The foreman laughed again, and then the men began to come back.

They all wanted to give the little boy something; and some of them
gave him other little pieces of white bread, and some of them gave him
little corners of their sandwiches, a