Awhile afterwards John came home from the city with a parcel. 'Mary,' he said hesitatingly, 'I've brought ye home a bit o' Lily! I thought I'd like to see how she'd eat.'
Next morning at breakfast they neither of them ate heartily, but they both tasted. There is food that is too sacred for a glut of appetite.
'Ah, well,' said John, at last, 'those who eat Lily will none of them say anything but good of her, that's one comfort.'
And Mary went silently off to see if she could find another.