"Anybody milked the cow yet ?" A frowsy looking woman came out, all smiles, and nodded pleasantly at the expectant group in the wagon.

Behind her loomed the tall, lean form of Lucky Todd, the "proprietor," who was serious as a goat, which animal he closely resembled in feature.
"Breakfas' all 'round, Mr.Merrick ?" asked the woman.
"Not this time, Mrs.Todd.Nora has our breakfast waiting for us.

But we want some of your delicious milk to last us to the farm." "Las' night's milkin's half cream by this time," she rejoined, as she briskly reentered the house.
The man at the table held out his empty glass.
"Here; fill this up," he said to Lucky Todd.
The somber-faced proprietor turned his gaze from the Merrick group to the stranger, eyed him pensively a moment and then faced the wagon again.

The man in gray got up, placed the empty glass in Todd's hand, whirled him around facing the door and said sternly: "More milk!" The landlord walked in like an automaton, and a suppressed giggle came from the girls in the wagon.

Uncle John was likewise amused, and despite the unknown's frazzled apparel the little millionaire addressed him in the same tone he would have used toward an equal.
"Don't blame you, sir.