We found Jack sitting in the porch, his great Bible on his knees. He looked up when he heard our voices.
“Get out!” saith he. “I never want no women folk.”
’Tis not oft we have fairer greeting of Jack.
“Nay, truly, Jack,” saith Milly right demurely. “They be a rare bad handful,—nigh as ill as men folk. What thou lackest is eggs and cordial water, the which women can carry as well as jackasses.”
She held forth her basket as she spake.
“Humph!” grunts old Jack. “I’d liever have the jackasses.”
“I am assured thou wouldst,” quoth Milly. “Each loveth best his own kind.”
Old Jack was fingering of the eggs.
“They be all hens’ eggs!”
“So they be,” saith Milly. “I dare guess, thou shouldst have loved goose eggs better.”