1 If they're thirsty give 'em drink and if they're hungry give 'em a bit o' food.'
2 They're that hungry they don't know how to get enough to eat without makin talk.
3 "I don't know what it is to be hungry," said Mary, with the indifference of ignorance.
4 She looked an ugly, cross little thing and was frowning because she was beginning to be hungry and feel disgracefully neglected.
5 She stayed out of doors nearly all day, and when she sat down to her supper at night she felt hungry and drowsy and comfortable.
6 She had felt as if she had understood a robin and that he had understood her; she had run in the wind until her blood had grown warm; she had been healthily hungry for the first time in her life; and she had found out what it was to be sorry for some one.
7 She had packed a basket which held a regular feast this morning, and when the hungry hour came and Dickon brought it out from its hiding place, she sat down with them under their tree and watched them devour their food, laughing and quite gloating over their appetites.
8 And then forgetting his grandeur he fell to and stuffed himself with buns and drank milk out of the pail in copious draughts in the manner of any hungry little boy who had been taking unusual exercise and breathing in moorland air and whose breakfast was more than two hours behind him.
9 But after a few days spent almost entirely out of doors she wakened one morning knowing what it was to be hungry, and when she sat down to her breakfast she did not glance disdainfully at her porridge and push it away, but took up her spoon and began to eat it and went on eating it until her bowl was empty.
10 It was an agreeable idea, easily carried out, and when the white cloth was spread upon the grass, with hot tea and buttered toast and crumpets, a delightfully hungry meal was eaten, and several birds on domestic errands paused to inquire what was going on and were led into investigating crumbs with great activity.