"Why, you must be half-dead with thirst, up here all day with not a drop of water." And he held out the jar to her.
"Drink hearty!" he cried.
The milk was rich and cold; she drank nearly a fourth of it before she could wrest the jar away from her lips.

"My, but that was good!" she remarked.

He had enjoyed watching her drink.
"Surely you haven't got anything else in that bag ?" "Not much," replied he.

"Here's a towel, wrapped round the soap.
And here are three cakes of chocolate.

You could live four or five days on them, if you were put to it.