the negro looked at his small, bruised body with interest. The inspection seemed to convey some idea to him. He spoke to the other servant, who went away and returned with a tray holding preserves, bread and tea, which was almost milk. Peewee sat with the blanket wrapped about him, and the servant stood by to hand him what he wanted. He ate ravenously, but it interfered a little with his eating to keep his eyes fixed upon the man.
The negro, who had left the room, came back bringing several small suits of clothes of varying sizes. Peewee thrilled expectantly. The man held the clothes against him to find out which size was right, and the smallest nearly fitted. They put underclothing on him; he had not had underclothes since his last confinement in a home for boys. He held out his feet for the stockings and the shoes, and they put his legs into knickerbockers and his arms into a shirt with a wide collar.
He had difficulty in believing that the boy he could see in the mirror was himself. But when he put his hands into the pockets of his new
