“‘Yes, I be.’
“‘How will your mother get her milk?’
“‘She’ll get it when I go home.’
“‘But not this, Norman. What do you want this for?’
“‘I want it—She don’t want it,’ said the boy, looking troubled,—‘I must go.’
“‘Do you take it to drink at the factory?’
“‘No—It’s to drink at the factory—She don’t want it,’ said Norman.
“He went off. But as Silky set the breakfast on the table she said,—
“‘Mother, I don’t understand; I am afraid there is something wrong about this morning milk.’