? ? ? ? "Do you remember this?" said he.
? ? ? ? Becky almost smiled.
? ? ? ? "It's our wedding cake, Tom."
? ? ? ? "Yes- I wish it was as big as a barrel, for it's all we've got."
? ? ? ? "I saved it from the picnic for us to dream on, Tom, the way grown-up people do with wedding cake- but it'll be our-"
? ? ? ? She dropped the sentence where it was. Tom divided the cake and Becky ate with good appetite, while Tom nibbled at his moiety. There was abundance of cold water to finish the feast with. By and by Becky suggested that they move on again. Tom was silent a moment. Then he said:
? ? ? ? "Becky, can you bear it if I tell you something?"
? ? ? ? Becky's face paled, but she said she thought she could.
? ? ? ? "Well then, Becky, we must stay here, where there's water to drink. That little piece is our last candle!"
? ? ? ? Becky gave loose to tears and wailings. Tom did what he could to comfort her but with little effect.
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