"You better come home for milk every day or every other day, at least," remarked the mother.
"We'd ruther steal it from the cows in the pasture," ventured Sam, "seems naturaler to me Injun blood."
"If I ketch ye foolin' round the cows or sp'ilin' them the fur'll fly," growled Raften.
"Well, kin we hook apples and cherries?" and Sam added in explanation; "they're no good to us unless they're hooked."
"Take all the fruit ye want."
"An' potatoes?"
"Yes."
"An' aigs?"
[254] "Well, if ye don't take more'n ye need."
"An' cakes out of the pantry? Indians do that."