Johnny looked in the bowl which stood on the hearth, near a few smouldering brands, and shook his head as he answered, - I’m not very hungry, mother. There’s only enough for you and Ella. Then without another word he hurried away, for the factory bell was ringing; and he knew that he must not be late. Poor little Johnny! How he shivered as he shuffled along that frosty December morning! He could not pick up his feet, as the boys say, and run; for his shoes were much too large for him, and the heels were so worn that it was only by shuffling that he could keep them on his feet. He had scarce a quarter of a mile to go; but cold and hungry as the child was, it seemed a long way to him. He could not help wishing he were a baby like Ella, and could lie in bed all day, with his dead father’s coat thrown over him to keep him warm