Tobias could barely believe what he was hearing. Some street children looking after an old lady and sharing what little they had, when nobody even bothered to look after or share with them. It still didn't make stealing right, especially when there was the workhouse as alternative. Still, Tobias suddenly felt rather bad.

"Aye, ye won't go hungry or cold anymore. Say Nat, I'm sorry I hit ye earlier. I was too rash."