`Why, you don't like that, you silly. You may have it if it comes to you fair, but I shan't give it you without. Right or left - you choose, now. Ha-a-a!' said Tom, in a tone of exasperation, as Maggie peeped. `You keep your eyes shut, now, else you shan't have any.'

Maggie's power of sacrifice did not extend so far, indeed I fear she cared less that Tom should enjoy the utmost possible amount of puff than that he should be pleased with her for giving him the best bit. So she shut her eyes quite close, till Tom told her to `say which,' and then she said, `Left-hand.'

`You've got it,' said Tom, in rather a bitter tone.

`What, the bit with the jam run out?'

`No: here, take it,' said Tom firmly, handing decidedly the best piece to Maggie.

`O, please, Tom, have it: I don't mind - I like the other: please take this.'

`No, I shan't,' said Tom, almost crossly, beginning on his own inferior piece.

Maggie, thinking it was no use to contend further, began too, and ate up her half-puff with considerable relish as well as rapidity. But Tom had finished first, and had to look on while Maggie ate her last morsel or two, feeling in himself a capacity for more. Maggie didn't know Tom was looking at her: she was seesawing on the elder bough, lost to almost everything but a vague sense of jam and idleness.

`O, you greedy thing!' said Tom, when she had swallowed the last morsel. He was conscious of having acted very fairly, and thought she ought to have considered this and made up to him for it. He would have refused a bit of hers beforehand, but one is naturally at a different point of view before and after one's own share of puff is swallowed.

Maggie turned quite pale. `O Tom, why didn't you ask me?'

`I wasn't going to ask you for a bit, you greedy. You might have thought of it without, when you knew I gave you the best bit.'

`But I wanted you to have it - you know I did,' said Maggie in an injured tone.

`Yes, but I wasn't going to do what wasn't fair, like Spouncer. He always takes the best bit, if you don't punch him for it, and if you choose the best with your eyes shut, he changes his hands. But if I go halves I'll go 'em fair - only I wouldn't be a greedy.'

With this cutting innuendo, Tom jumped down from his bough and threw a stone, with a `hoigh!' as a friendly attention to Yap, who had also been looking on while the eatables vanished with an agitation of his ears and feelings which could hardly have been without bitterness. Yet the excellent dog accepted Tom's attention with as much alacrity as if he had been treated quite generously.

But Maggie, gifted with that superior power of misery which distinguishes the human being and places him at a proud distance from the most melancholy chimpanzee, sat still on her bough, and gave herself up to the keen sense of unmerited reproach. She would have given the world not to have eaten all her puff, and to have saved some of it for Tom. Not but that the puff was very nice, for Maggie's palate was not at all obtuse, but she would have gone without it many times over, sooner than Tom should call her greedy and be cross with her. And he had said he wouldn't have it - and she ate it without thinking - how could she help it? The tears flowed so plentifully that Maggie saw nothing around her for the next ten minutes; but by that time resentment began to give way to the desire of reconciliation and she jumped from her bough to look for Tom. He was no longer in the paddock behind the rickyard - where was he likely to be gone, and Yap with him? Maggie ran to the high bank against the great holly tree, where she could see far away towards the Floss. There was Tom; but her heart sank again as she saw how far off he was on his way to the great river and that he had another companion besides Yap - naughty Bob


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