Hot Porridge

We sat silent a minute, and looked at the nice, hot porridge, creamy milk, and good bread and butter; for we were brought up like English children, and never drank tea or coffee, or ate anything but porridge for our breakfast. "I wish we'd eaten it up," thought I, for I was rather a selfish child, and very hungry. "I'm so glad you come before we began," said Nan, cheerfully. "May I go and help carry it to the poor, little children?" asked Beth, who had the tenderest heart that ever beat under a pinafore. "I can carry the lassy pot," said little May, proudly giving the thing she loved best. "And I shall take all the porridge," I burst in, heartily ashamed of my first feeling. "You shall put on your things and help me, and when we come back, we'll get something to eat," said mother, beginning to pile the bread and butter into a big basket.