“Lenny want bekfas first.”
“Well, we are going out to buy milk for breakfast—nice new milk. Will Lenny go?”
“Pose Doosa tome?” objected the child.
“But Doosa won’t come before we get back.”
“Well, den Lenny go wid Met.”
And they walked out together down to the corner of the alley to the cellar where the milk was sold.
And Meg bought new milk and fresh rolls, and a little cheap white mug and plate, all for nine pence.
And then she took Lenny back to the attic and gave him his breakfast clean.
And through all this the beasts in the attic slept on.