"You told him! —"
"Yes. He was saying something about not knowing what to do with his girls last winter, and I remember I said to him that he had better send them to me; but I had no more idea of his taking it up, at the time, than I have now of going to Egypt."
Mrs. Landholm did not speak.
"You have somewhere you can put them, I suppose?"
"There's nobody in the big bedroom."
"Well, do you think you can get along with it? or will it give you too much trouble?"
"I am afraid they would never be satisfied, Mr. Landholm, with the way we live."
"Pho! I'll engage they will. Satisfied! they never saw such butter and such bread in their lives, I'll be bound, as you can give them. If they aren't satisfied it'll do 'em good."
"But bread and butter isn't all, Mr. Landholm; what will they do with our dinners, without fresh meat?"
"What will they do with them? Eat 'em, fast enough, only you have enough. I'll be bound their appetites will take care of the rest, after they have been running over the mountains all the morning. You've some chickens, hav'n't you? — and I could get a lamb now and then from neighbour Upshur; and here's Winthrop can get you birds and fish any day in the year."