"Leave some for Peter," growled Samuel, without raising his head from his knees.
John could not answer, for both cheeks were full. Samuel sprang up full of envy that John should be enjoying his feast with such gusto.
"Stop, you rascal! Leave some for the pigs." Then John looked for the pole to put through the handles of the tub.
"Take hold of the other end."
"I won't. Peter will be here soon and he carries it out alone."
"Peter will not be here."
"I hear his cart creaking now."
"All the same, he won't carry that tub out again. I heard what they said when I was in the bake-house."
"What did they say?" And the two sat down together on the edge of the tub for a gossip.
"The mistress of the castle sends for an instructor for her son, and they say that he a small devil."