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Why, dear me, your cheeks has peonyed up wonderful. You're new to it yet, Miss, but you'll soon take it quiet-like. Cold bacon is a very nice breakfast for the 'all, Miss, and cooking butter's all that servants is expected to eat of. Now shall I fetch you the flour and the roller, and the milk, Miss Polly?" "Yes, get them," said Polly. She felt decidedly annoyed and cross.
"What's Aunt Betsy's little game?... No, it's all right the butter's too hard to hurt.... Down Chiswick way, ain't she?" "Hammersmith." Aunt M'riar wasn't talkative; but then, this morning, it was bloaters. They should only just hot through, or they dry. "Who was the bloke he was talking about? Somebody he called him." Uncle Mo's ears had been too sharp. "There!
Not that one wants to, I'm sure. I don't care to be friends with them in the least. You'd better drink your milk, Avis, if you want it. Be quick! The bell will ring in a moment. The bread and butter's all gone, I'm afraid." "Never mind, I don't care for any. Why, talk of people and they're sure to turn up!
"I wonder how long it takes for it to harden?" said Uncle Henry. "I never noticed," said Elizabeth Ann, in a small voice. Uncle Henry said, "Oh!" and stopped asking questions. Aunt Abigail turned away and put a stick of wood in the stove. Elizabeth Ann did not feel very superior now, and when Aunt Abigail said, "Now the butter's beginning to come.
The Master of the Rolls decided against him, but on an appeal to the House of Lords, Lord Thurlow reversed the decision on the very point that Scott had urged. On leaving the House that day, a solicitor tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Young man, your bread and butter's cut for life." And the prophecy proved a true one.
He grabbed the dasher and churned vigorously for one minute. "I reckon the butter's done come," he announced, resting from his labors. "It hasn't begun to come yet," replied the exasperated woman. "Don't waste so much time, William." The child churned in silence for the space of two minutes, and suggested: "It's time to put hot water in it; Aunt Cindy always puts hot water in it.
"Ef you know which side of your bread the butter's on, you'll side with me," he said. "We don't often have butter on our bread, an' I ain't goin' ter side with nobody," grumbled Toby Vanderwiller. "S-s!" hissed Raffer. "Come here!" Toby stepped closer to the rattletrap carriage. "You see your way to goin' inter court an' talkin' right, and you won't lose nothin' by it, Tobe." "Huh?
"You always was a jealous body, Lizzie. That old mahogany belonged to both Amos and his wife's folks, I've heard. Why don't you get rid of it and buy more of this here new Mission stuff that's coming in? Though I suppose you'd better wait till Lydia's old enough to take more interest in keeping the house clean. Butter's awful high this winter. How much does your grocery bill average, Lizzie?"
Peters said 'twas all right; and Mirandy Peters said 'twas all right; but they didn't any of 'em say anythin' about payin', so I didn't think 'twas all right and and can't I have some more butter, Polly?" "No," said Polly, sorry to refuse him, he'd been so good about the money; "the butter's got to be saved for Ben and Phronsie."
"Can't today," said Mr. Slick, "I'm in a considerable of a hurry to katch the packet, have you any commands for Sou'west? I'm goin' to the Island, and across the Bay to Windsor. Any word that way?" "No," says Mr. Allen, "none that I can think on, unless it be to enquire how butter's goin'; they tell me cheese is down, and proDUCE of all kind particular dull this fall."
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