"The elms over there are full of robins.

We must get up earlier these mornings, and take some walks." His wife indicated the boy with the milk-pail on his arm, by a wave of her hand.
"Guess what he tells me!" she said.

"It wasn't a mistake at all, our getting no milk yesterday or the Sunday before.

It seems that that's the custom here, at least so far as the parsonage is concerned." "What's the matter, boy ?" asked the young minister, drawling his words a little, and putting a sense of placid irony into them.

"Don't the cows give milk on Sunday, then ?" The boy was not going to be chaffed.