The bakeshop window beckoned with loaves of golden brown. Hanson turned his pockets inside out to no avail. His stomach gurgled and growled just as empty.
Alice, exiting the shop, her arms full of fragrant packages, noticed the forlorn boy. One of the paperbound goods topping the pile slid off.
Handson stooped to pick it up. “Here you go, Ma'am.”
Alice smiled pensively and handed him one of the plump loaves. “It seems I have more than one person's needs.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Ma'am.”
After bidding the boy adieu, Alice said quietly, “Take this in remembrance of me.”
Alice, exiting the shop, her arms full of fragrant packages, noticed the forlorn boy. One of the paperbound goods topping the pile slid off.
Handson stooped to pick it up. “Here you go, Ma'am.”
Alice smiled pensively and handed him one of the plump loaves. “It seems I have more than one person's needs.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Ma'am.”
After bidding the boy adieu, Alice said quietly, “Take this in remembrance of me.”
