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Mother! eddication wouldn't learn no woman how to make better bread'n yourn. Fact is, there's nothin' ekal to home, an home-vittles an' home-folks! With such a livin' ez I've took in, I sha'n't need a bite at the Agapolis deepo. We're half an hour there, but I hate the very smell o' them eatin' houses! An' please GOD! I'll bring Her in at twelve sharp!"
It was in trying to cross this piece of ground that she fell. She got upon her feet again. "Ach, Mammy, did you hurt yourself?" asked Hilda. "No, no." "Is that house where we get those bread'n milk?" Hilda pointed to a single rambling building just visible in the night, that stood isolated upon the summit of the hill in a grove of trees. "No, no, dere aindt no braid end miluk, leedle tochter."
I cen't vind any subber. We got noddings to eat, noddings, noddings." "When do we have those bread'n milk again, Mammy?" "To-morrow soon py-and-py, Hilda. I doand know what pecome oaf us now, what pecome oaf my leedle babby." She went on, holding Hilda against her shoulder with one arm as best she might, one hand steadying herself against the fence railings along the sidewalk.
The pie slid easily on to the fork, and for a moment all seemed to promise well; but the next minute, just as Bubble began to lower it, he wavered on his one foot only a little, but enough to send the poor pie tumbling to the ground." "Poor pie!" cried Bubble. "Wal, I like that! Poor me, I sh'd say. I'd had bread'n m'lasses three meals runnin', Miss Hildy.
Dat's goot, ain't it? Zum bunaner." But it could not be eaten. Decayed, dirty, all but rotting, the stomach turned from the refuse, nauseated. "No, no," cried Hilda, "that's not good. I can't eat it. Oh, Mammy, please gif me those bread'n milk." By now the guests of Mrs. Gerard had come to the entrees Londonderry pheasants, escallops of duck, and rissolettes a la pompadour.
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