“‘No, so that won’t do,’ said Mark. ‘Seems to me we could have made more use of it if it had been apples.’
“‘Ah, you are a discontented little boy,’ said his mother smiling. ‘Last night you would have been glad of anything. Now I advise that you drink a tumblerful of milk for your breakfast—’
“‘A whole tumblerful!’ interrupted Mark.
“‘Yes, and another for your tea; and then you will have two left for breakfast and tea to-morrow.’
“‘But then you won’t have any of it,’ said Mark.
“‘I don’t want any.’
“‘But you must have it,’ said Mark. ‘Now I’ll tell you, mother. I’ll drink a tumblerful this morning, and you shall put some in your tea; and to-night I’ll drink some more, and you’ll have cream, real cream; and what’s left I’ll drink to-morrow.’
“‘Very well,’ said his mother. ‘But now you must run and get washed and dressed, for breakfast is almost ready. I have made you a little shortcake, and it’s baking away at a great rate in the spider.’
“‘What’s shortcake made of?’ said Mark, stopping with the door in his hand.