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But as she carefully opened the pantry door Roxy was thinking only of the poor fellow hidden behind the dogwood, and of what she could take him.

There on the lower shelf of the pantry, covered with a white cloth, stood a platter heaped with small round cakes that Dulcie had baked that morning. Roxy carefully lifted the cloth and gazed at them admiringly. “And there’s citron and currants in every one,” she whispered to herself, and carefully chose three of the cakes, and replaced the cloth.

“I’ll have to have something to carry things in,” she thought anxiously, and her glance fell on Dulcie’s egg basket, where only three or four eggs remained.

“I’ll take that, and the eggs too,” she decided, and in a moment the three cakes rested beside the eggs, and Roxy’s eyes searched the pantry shelves for something more.

The meat left from the midday meal would, she knew, be in the cool cellar closet, and Roxy feared she could not reach the shelf on which it was kept; but the bread jar was close at hand, and removing the cover Roxy drew out an entire loaf of freshly baked bread.