If that didn't wipe out the trouble I had made showing the old crest thing, nothing ever could.

I knew even then, that men were pretty hard to satisfy, but I was quite certain that Laddie would be satisfied that morning.

As I hurried along I wondered whether it would be better to give him my gift first, or the Princess'.

I decided that joy would keep, while the pie was cold enough, with all the time I had stopped; and if I told him about her first, maybe he wouldn't touch it at all, and it wasn't so easy as it looked to carry it to him and never even once stick in my finger for the tiniest lick--joy would keep; but I was going to feed him; so with shining face, I offered the pie and stood back to see just how happy I could get.
"Mother send it ?" asked Laddie.
People were curious that morning, as if I had a habit of stealing pie.
I only took pieces of cut ones from the cellar when mother didn't care.
So I explained again that Candace gave it to me, and I was free to bring it.
"Oh I see!" said Laddie.
After nearly two weeks of work, the grays had sobered down enough to stand without tying; so he wound the lines around the plow handle, sat on the beam, and laid aside his hat, having a fresh flower in the band.
Once he started a thing, he just simply wouldn't give up.

He unbuttoned his neckband until I could see his throat where it was white like a woman's, took out his knife and ate that pie.