"
Nellie reached the door, then turned back.
"Oh, if you would just give me a wing for poor Meg--Judy had some
of Pip's, but Meg hasn't any," she said, with a beautiful look of
distress that quite touched Colonel Bryant.
Her father bit his lip, hacked off a wing in ominous silence, and
put it upon her plate.
"Now run away,--and don't let me have any more of this nonsense,
dear." The last word was a terrible effort.
Nell's appearance with the two portions of fowl was hailed with
uproarious applause in the nursery; Meg was delighted with her
share; cut apiece off for Baby, and the meal went on merrily.
"Where's Bunty? ", said Nell, pausing suddenly with a very clean
drumstick in her fingers, "because I HOPE he hasn't gone
too; someway I don't think Father was very pleased, especially
as that man was there."
But that small youth had done so, and returned presently
crestfallen.
"He wouldn't give me any--he told me to go away, and the man
laughed, and Esther said we were very naughty--I got some
feathered potatoes, though, from the table outside the door."
He opened his dirty little hands and dropped the uninviting
feathered delicacy out upon the cloth.
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