“What is for breakfast this morning?” said Mark.
“Flapjack, sir, buck bones stooed, and tea.”
“Tea, and no milk!” said Mark grumpily. “Why, if we had thought of it—”
“Yes, sir,” said Dan, catching him up sharply, “I did think of it, only last night, when I was wondering what I should get ready for breakfast.”
“Why, what did you think of?” said Mark sharply.
“That it would have been as easy as easy, sir, to have had half a dozen bullocks less in the teams, and—”
“Why, what difference would that make?” said Mark. “What good would that do?”
“Why, we could have had cows, Mr Mark, sir, and then there would have been butter, and milk for the tea and coffee every day.”