"Once a week—on Sundays."
"Very judicious. It impresses them with the difference between Sunday and other days. It shows your religious training, Mrs. Fogson."
"I always aim to be religious, Squire Dixon," said Mrs. Fogson meekly.
"Well, and what else?"
"Likewise the old people expect tea every day. They say Mrs. Avery gave it to them."
"I dare say she did. It's an imposition on the town to spend their—ahem!—hard-earned money on such luxuries."
"That's the way I look at it, Squire Dixon."
"How often do you give them meat?"
"Every other day. I get the cheapest cuts from the butcher—what he has left over. But they ain't satisfied. They want it every day."