"They are going to eat their dinner," said the foreman. "Come on." So the foreman and the little boy got down on the ground again, and the foreman set the little boy down, and he took his hand, and they went back, near the pile of sand, where there were some nice boards to sit on. And the men all came trooping out of the cellar, and each man went and got his dinner from the place where he had put it when he came there in the morning. Some of the men had their dinner in pails and some had theirs in baskets and one man had his in a newspaper, so that he wouldn't have anything to carry home at night. And the men came where the nice boards were, and they sat around anywhere, and they opened their pails and their baskets and the newspaper bundle, and they began to eat their dinners. The little boy had sat down, too, but he didn't feel very comfortable. He thought that, perhaps, he ought to have brought his dinner, but he didn't know about it, so how could he have brought it? And he got up and started home, but the foreman called after him and asked him why he was going. And the little boy said that he was going to bring his dinner, too, and eat it with them. And the foreman said that they would give him some of their dinner, and that there were all sorts of nice things that their wives had cooked. And the little boy said that he would ask his mother, and he would hurry as fast as he could. In a few minutes, the little boy came back to the place where the men were sitting. He walked very carefully, because he was carrying a cup of milk; and his cat walked beside him and looked up at the cup of milk all the time, and, every few steps, she stood on her hind legs and tried to reach the milk. But she couldn't, and the little boy didn't pay any attention to her. When he got to the men, the foreman asked him what his mother said. And the little boy told him that his mother said he could have some of their things if they didn't give him any cake or any pie, and that any of the men could have their tea or coffee warmed for them if they would take it to his house. The men who had tea or coffee were glad to hear that, and they went to the little boy's house and took their tea and their coffee. Some had it in bottles and some had it in the covers of their dinner-pails, with the cup to drink out of fitting over the top. The foreman didn't go, and the little boy sat down close to him and began to drink his milk; but his cat bothered him by trying to get it. So the little boy gave her a push with his foot. "Get away, kitty," he said. "You can't have any." Then the foreman laughed, and he broke off a piece of white bread and gave it to the little boy. And the little boy took a great enormous bite. "Is it good?" the foreman asked. The little boy nodded. "M--m--m!" he said. He couldn't really say anything because he had his mouth full of bread. "My wife made it," said the foreman. "I think she's a very fine cook."