arms and legs. "You're rather tough," says he; "but you're all I've got for supper, and you'll not taste bad boiled. But body o' me, I've forgot the herbs, and it's bitter you'll taste without herbs. Sally! Here, I say, Sally!" and he called Mrs. Miacca.
So Mrs. Miacca came out of another room and said: "What d'ye want, my dear?"
"Oh, here's a little boy for supper," said Mr. Miacca, "and I've forgot the herbs. Mind him, will ye, while I go for them."
"All right, my love," says Mrs. Miacca, and off he goes.
Then Tommy Grimes said to Mrs. Miacca: "Does Mr. Miacca always have little boys for supper?"
"Mostly, my dear," said Mrs. Miacca, "if little boys are bad enough, and get in his way."
"And don't you have anything else but boy-meat? No pudding?" asked Tommy.
"Ah, I loves pudding," says Mrs. Miacca. "But it's not often the likes of me gets pudding."
"Why, my mother is making a pudding this very day," said Tommy Grimes, "and I am sure she'd give you some, if I ask her. Shall I run and get some?"
"Now, that's a thoughtful boy," said Mrs. Miacca, "only don't be long and be sure to be back for supper."
So off Tommy pelted, and right glad he was to get off so cheap; and for many a long day he was as good as good could be, and never went round the
