He knew of farms around. They were quieter than town and looked like the people there had it easier maybe. That might have explained things if she'd laid on grass all the time.

"Whitby is gonna eat you alive, farm girl." He warned but waited for her to eat.

He was grinning ear to ear when she did and liked it. He'd been right and she knew it. Tarts were the best! He was overjoyed sincerely when she agreed. But when she tried to give him half , he was confused.

"Ain't you hungry? Eat it or wrap it for later!" He was so tempted to take it. But he'd just filled his belly with tart and it was hers. Maybe she'd cry later when it was gone. Or maybe they had money and could have tarts all the time. Envy started to seep in but he kept it away as he shook his head. "It's yours , like I said. Just eat the rest tonight. " stupid girl. Stupid girl who didn't seem to have to worry about when she'd eat again. He should have taken both tarts from her then and there.