till he returned to dinner. When Dame Bloomfield gave her
children their dinners there was a dumpling for everyone but Charles;
then Giles cut his dumpling in half, and gave one part to Charles, and
ate the other half himself. Now this was very good of Giles, for he
was very hungry himself, but he could not bear to see Charles sad and
hungry while he was eating, and Giles liked to do good because he knew
it was pleasing to God.

As soon as dinner was over, Giles went out to work again, and Charles
was as dull as he had been in the morning, for all the family were at
work in some way or other, and could not spare time to amuse or talk
to him, and he did nothing but sigh and fret to himself till evening,
when Giles came home from work.

Giles's eldest sister made a bright fire, and they all sat round it
and talked and told stories, and Giles nursed the baby, and played
with the other little ones, and seemed quite happy, and so he was, for
he had done his duty, and every one loved him for being so good.

After supper Giles taught those of his sisters who were old enough to
read and write, and when they had finished learning their tasks
Charles took up the book, and said: "Giles, will you teach me to
read?" and Giles said: "Certainly, Master Charles, but I am sure you
must know how to read a great deal better than such a poor boy as I
am."

"I might have done so," said Charles, "but Giles, I was a sad,
naughty, perverse boy, and hated to learn any thing that was good; but
I hope I know better now, and if you will only take the trouble of
teaching me I will try and make up for my lost time."

So Giles gave Charles a lesson that very night, and every evening
after supper he heard him read and spell what he had learned during
the day, and Charles took such pains that he soon began to read so
well that he used to amuse himself by reading pretty stories, and by
teaching little Betty, one of Giles's youngest sisters, to read.

Still Charles used to be exceedingly hungry, for he had not more than
half the quantity of food he was used to eat, and Giles was hungry
too, and grew pale and thin.

Then Charles said to himself: "It is not right for me to eat the bread
which poor Giles works so hard to earn; I will try and get my own
living, for why should I not do so, as well as Giles?" So one morning,
when Giles rose, as usual, at five o'clock, Charles got up too. Then
Giles said:

"Why do you rise so early this cold morning,