Josephine winced a little, saddened by the poor little boy's living... abandoned on the streets with no parents, having to rely on a drunk and probably half starving pub owner to sneak him some food... scraps, no less.' She swallowed back her sorrow. "I do not have too much to offer, but you may keep the bread. There is a small shed behind the house; if you ever need shelter, you may use that; I wish I had a better place for you to stay, but alas I do not. I am sorry."