“Please, I am the milk.”
“Did Miss Avery send you?” said Margaret, rather sharply.
“Yes, please.”
“Then take it back and say we require no milk.” While she called to Helen, “No, it’s not the siege, but possibly an attempt to provision us against one.”
“But I like milk,” cried Helen. “Why send it away?”
“Do you? Oh, very well. But we’ve nothing to put it in, and he wants the can.”
“Please, I’m to call in the morning for the can,” said the boy.
“The house will be locked up then.”
“In the morning would I bring eggs, too?”
“Are you the boy whom I saw playing in the stacks last week?”