“He had come a good many mornings. One day early, just as Mrs. Meadow and Silky were getting breakfast, his little red head poked itself in again at the door with his little brown jug, and ‘Please, ma’am,—a ha’penn’orth.’
“‘Why don’t you get all you want at once, Norman?’ said Silky, when she brought the milk.
“‘I don’t want only a ha’penn’orth,’ said Norman.
“‘But you’ll want a pennyworth to-night again, won’t you?’
“‘I’ll stop for it,’ said Norman, casting his eyes down into the brown jug, and looking more dull than usual.
“‘Why don’t you take it all at once, then?’
“‘I don’t want it.’
“‘Have you got to go back home with this before you go work?’
“‘No——I must go,’ said Norman, taking hold of the door.
“‘Are you going to the factory?’