“Don’t ee do it never no more, then,” admonished Mrs. Tregennis, “an’ here’s your Daddy so we’ll have some tea.”
“Cream on a week-day!” exclaimed Tregennis, in surprise.
“Yes,” assented Mammy, “our Tommy’s done some brave good ink-writin’, so we be all havin’ a treat.” “We’m properly livin’ high,” she continued, “just like the gintry we be,” and as she spoke she took a small teaspoonful of cream from the saucer into which Tommy’s finger had slipped by mistake and emptied it carefully on to the side of her plate.
CHAPTER XXV
“There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover,
There’s no rain left in heaven;
I’ve said my seven times over and over:
Seven times one are seven.”