"For a generous slice of turnip, I'd lay me down and die."
"I don't keer for nothing but a hegg and a happle, myself," said Bob. "May be you folks would heat the hother things. There's a good lot of happles."
The eight protested that they could do with the milk and bread, but urged the milk on Bob.
"No, I thank you," he said.
"He's mad at us yet," Mat whispered.
"Look here," said Sarah Ketchum to Bob, "if you don't eat some of this milk, none of us will. We'll give it to the cow."
"No, we won't do that," Julius said: "we'll hold you and make you drink it. If you have more apples than you wish, we'll be glad of some; but we aren't going to take them unless you'll take your share of the milk."
"And we'll get mad at you again," said Clara.
"I'll drink hall the milk necessary to a make-hup," said Bob.
When the lunch was eaten, Mat said she didn't think they ought to have milked the cow. The folks would be so disappointed when they came to milk her at night. May be a lot of poor children were depending on the milking for their supper. Val, too, showed that his conscience was disturbed.