“Then you’re going to know two now—him and me. Breakfast ready?”
“Yes, my dears; and I thought you’d like some hot rolls, so I went and got ’em.”
“I say, mother, you’re going it. Hot rolls! Are they buttered?”
“Yes, my dear, and in the oven.”
“Did you cut ’em in three?”
“Yes, dear, and put plenty of butter in, as you like them.”
“Hooray! Come on then, and let’s begin.”
“But, Esau dear, if you’ll only promise to stop, you shall have hot rolls for breakfast every morning. You shall, if I work night and day.”
“Then Esau and I would rather have hard biscuit and dry bread out yonder, Mrs Dean,” I said warmly; and Esau shouted—
“Hear, hear!”