ast it snows. You will catch
your death of cold."

"Yes, I am very cold and hungry," sobbed Charles, "but I have no home
now; I have nowhere else to go, and must stay here all night."

"No, Master Charles," said Giles, "you shall come home with me, and
shall share my supper and my bed, though it is not such as you have
been used to; notwithstanding we are very poor, we will do our best to
make you comfortable."

"Oh, Giles!" said Charles, throwing his arms round Giles's neck, "I do
not deserve this kindness; I have been such a proud, wicked boy, and
have treated you so ill. I am sure you can never forgive me for having
taken your pretty Snowball; and if _you_ forgive me, I can never
forgive myself."

"Dear Master Charles, do not think of that now," said Giles, taking
both Charles's cold hands in his. "Indeed, Master Charles, I should
never dare say my prayers if I was so wicked as to bear malice; and,
now you are in distress, I would do anything in my power to serve you.
So pray come home with me, and warm yourself, and get some supper."

But Charles hid his face on Giles's bosom, and cried the more; at last
he said:

"Giles, I am so ashamed of having behaved so cruelly to you, that I
can never go to your home, and eat the food that you are obliged to
labor so hard for."

"Master Charles," said Giles, "that is because you are so proud."

"Oh no, no!" sobbed Charles, "I am not proud now, and I think I shall
never be proud again." So he kissed Giles, and they both went home to
Dame Bloomfield's cottage together.

When Giles's mother saw Charles, she said: "Why did you bring this
proud, cross, young gentleman here, Giles?"

Charles, when he heard her say so, thought he should be turned out
again into the cold, and began to cry afresh; but Giles said:

"Dear mother, Master Charles has no home to go to now; he is cold and
hungry; I am sure you will let him stay here, and share my bed and my
supper."

"He can stay here if he likes," said Dame Bloomfield; "but you know,
Giles, we are forced to work hard for what food we have, and I am sure
we cannot afford to maintain Master Charles."

"Then," said Giles, "he shall have my supper to-night: he wants it
more than I do, for he has had no food all day."

"You may please yourself about that, Giles: but remember, if you give
your food to Master Charles, you must go without yourself."

"Well," said Giles, "I shall feel more pleasure in giving my supper to
Master C