“She came back with the jug in one hand and a piece of cold bacon in the other, which she offered to Norman. He looked at it, and then grabbed it, and began to eat immediately. Silky stood opposite to him with the jug.
“‘What’s this milk for, Norman?’ she said, pleasantly.
“He stopped eating and looked troubled directly.
“‘What are you going to do with it?’
“‘Carry it—home,’ he said, slowly.
“‘Now?—home now? Are you going back with it now?’
“‘I am going to take it to the factory.’
“‘What do you do with it there?’
“‘Nothing,’ said Norman, looking at his piece of bacon, and seeming almost ready to cry;—‘I don’t do nothing with it.’