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"An' I shan't talk to him like that again, Dick Smithson; and I shouldn't, then, only it was the honest truth. It's a pleasure to do up a gent like that! Why, I could win a prize with him at a show! But he is a soft one, really! milk's nothing to him!" "Never mind that, Jerry. You'll find him an excellent master."
"It was paid for!" Don't you pity me, reader? I was obliged to join in the laugh, and appear to enjoy it. "They're rather down on you," said Hawkesbury, amiably. "Oh, they like their little joke," said I. "So they do who's got the butter?" said Doubleday "so does everybody hang it, the milk's burnt; don't you taste it burnt, Field-Marshal?
"It must be clarified in the commencement," put in the doctor. "O' course it must be clarified," said Earl, "Barby knows about clarifyin' that's when you first put it on you had ought to throw in a teeny drop o' milk fur to clear it, milk's as good as a'most anything, or if you can get it calf's blood's better "
'Then why don't you suckle it? says I. She looks up at me, and then at Jenny and shakes her head, and says nothing. I give my baby to Jemmy to hold, and went and sat down by her. He walked away a little; and I whispered to her again, 'Why don't you suckle it? and she whispered to me, 'My milk's all dried up. I couldn't wait to hear no more till I'd got her baby at my own breast.
I wanted to be treated like an Englishman once more just once more." "Don't worry. Take in a reef and go steady for a bit. The milk's spilt, but there are other meadows...." Dicky waved an arm up the river, up towards the Soudan! The Lost One nodded, then his eyes blazed up and took on a hungry look. His voice suddenly came in a whisper. "Gordon was a white man.
"It never was a one to cry," said Mrs. Hughs. "That's lucky, anyway. When did you feed it last?" Mrs. Hughs did not reply at first. "About half-past six last evening, sir." "What?" "It slept all night; but to-day, of course, I've been all torn to pieces; my milk's gone. I've tried it with the bottle, but it wouldn't take it."
I niver tried it meself, but they say it's a suverin' remidy; and if it don't do no good, it's not likely to do much harm, bein' but a waik mixture. Me own belaif is, that the milk's a mistake, but I suppose the doctors know best. "`Now, swaitest of men, I must stop, for Neddy's just come in howlin' like a born Turk for his tay; so no more at present from, yours till deth, Kathleen O'Connor."
Mother's milk's a thrifle to it." "Well, if I take this, Phelim, I'll not touch another dhrop to-night. In the mane time here's whatever's best for us! Whoo! Oh, my! but that's strong! I dunna how the people can dhrink so much of it!" "Faith, nor me; except bekase they have a regard for it, an' that it's worth havin' a regard for, jist like yourself an' me.
There's seven cows in town, 'n' forty-one babies, so yeh kin figger what fresh milk's worth." "Perhaps," said Uncle John mildly, "we can stand the expense if we won't rob the babies." "Don't worry 'bout thet. The last autymobble folks as come this way got hot because I charged 'em market prices fer the truck they et. So I'm jest inquirin' beforehand, to save hard feelin's.
"If there's folks belongin' to her, and they have neglected her all these years, in my opinion they're lackin' in sense, Hiram." "They certainly have been lacking in the milk of human kindness," admitted the young farmer. "Huh! That milk's easily soured in many folks," responded Mrs. Atterson. "But Sister's folks, whoever they be, will be sorry some day."
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