_Hungry_
Pete, Jed, and Cindy sat together at the edge of the oak grove. Arms
clasped around his knees, Pete stared at the horizon. Mr. Simpson used a
piece of broken stick to dig interestedly into the rich soil of this new
land, and Cindy gazed hungrily at the wagon.
"They seem," she said hopefully, "like such nice people."
"I'm sure they are," her father said.
"And they must have just loads of things in that big wagon."
"They must have," said Mr. Simpson.
"So if I went over there and sort of--"
"Cindy!" her father roared. "Food is given, not asked for!"
"I wasn't going to ask for any."
"No. You were just going to hint around until they gave you some."
"Dang it, Jed," Pete broke in, "we didn't really give 'em a chance to
offer us any."
"So we didn't."
"If all _three_ of us go over," Cindy suggested, "they'll have a
chance."