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'Ay, returned his wife, 'but Kirsty canna bide for 's. Ye maun be aff, lassie! Tak a wee whusky wi' ye; but min' it's no that safe wi' frozen fowk. Het milk's the best thing. Tak a drappie o' that wi' ye. I s' be efter ye wi' mair. And dinna forget a piece to uphaud ye as ye gang; it'll be ill fechtin the win'. Dinna lat Steenie gang back wi' ye; he canna be fit.
Black gave me when he took me to the train in Mifflin. How much should a cat's board be?" anxiously. "How much milk does he drink? Milk's seven cents a quart in Waloo." "Oh, not more than a quart a day," eagerly. "And he's almost too fat now." "A quart a day would be seven times seven " "I know. I know all my tables up to twelve times twelve. That would be forty-nine cents.
Prowler, who was walking just ahead of Peter, overheard this last remark, and turning, fixed his large, round, yellow eyes on the little boy. "Don't you like milk, young man?" he asked. "Why, yes," said Peter, very puzzled, "but not that kind, you know." "Well, milk's milk these hard times," said Prowler, wagging his head. "It don't do to be too particerler.
The next morning Susan came to me with a pleased countenance and said, "I put the butter and the milk in that pit last night, and the butter's just as hard and the milk's as sweet as if it had been kept in an ice-house. But the place is as cold as an ice-house, sir, and unless I am mistaken, there's ice in it. Anyway, what do you call that?"
"That ain't the same stuff," Joe said, with high disdain, almost contempt. "Wire lightnin' and sky lightnin' ain't no more alike than milk's like whisky. Well, say that science did make up a batch of sky lightnin' but I ain't givin' in it can be done how air they goin' to git up to the clouds, how're they goin' to make it do the bustin' at the right time?" "That's more than I can tell you, Joe.
Tell them that if Mrs. Clowes or Captain Hyde come to the house they're not to be let in. Mrs. Clowes has left me and I do not intend her to return. If they force their way in I'll deal with them, but any one who opens the door will leave my service today. Now get me some breakfast. I'll have some coffee and eggs and bacon. Tell Fryar to see that the boiled milk's properly hot."
"Well, ma'am, if the milk's mine because you gave it me, it's not begging to ask you to give me a piece of bread for it! I could take a share of that to Tommy!" "Run, Chris," cried the mother, hurriedly; "take the innocent with you round outside the yard. Give him a hunch of bread, and let him go. For God's sake don't let your father see him! Run, my boy, run!
"I'm the runaway schoolma'am," responded Miss Cordelia with a twinkle. "And these are a lot of factory children I've brought out for a Saturday treat. I thought I might get some water from your well, and maybe you will lend us a tin dipper or two?" "Water? Tut, tut!" said the big man, with three distinct smiles on his face. "Milk's the thing, ma'am milk. I'll tell my housekeeper to bring some out.
"I don't brag on my biscuits, chief, but they eat, if a man is hungry enough. An' the milk's all right. I suppose you've come to see why I ain't moseying back over the divide?" The chief, after a long pause, began to speak in a low, slow voice, as if choosing his words.
"I vum!" she exclaimed, sitting down for the first time in years "at the first table." "If this don't beat Crawberry and them boarders, I'm crazy as a loon. Pour the coffee, Sister and don't be stingy with the milk. Milk's only five cents a quart here, and it's eight in town. But, gracious, child! sugar don't cost no less." Old Lem Camp sat beside Hiram, as he had at the boarding-house table.
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