Jenny nodded. She assumed her brother was in trouble, but then, it did seem he had been very unkind.

She wrinkled her nose when she noticed Nat digging in at the earliest opportunity. "Don't you pray first? After all, we could be going hungry." She sat down, folded her hands, closed her eyes, and said a little Sunday school type of prayer. She opened her eyes. "There. I suppose you haven't been taught much religion, living on the streets."