"Each," Jeff finished.
"My land!"
"Granny, do you trust me?"
"Pooh! I didn't raise eight of my own 'thout knowin' aught of boys."
"Are these dear to you?"
"I don't set much store by 'em. Enos never liked 'em."
"Let me take them into Ackerton," Jeff urged. "Let me see what I can do with them there."
"Go ahead if you've a mind to. Land! Meal time and I haven't started a thing for you boys to eat!"