Nobody ever tasted better milk than they have at the Junction House." The man, who had resumed his seat, stood up, took off his hat and bowed.
But he made no reply.
Out came Mrs.Todd, accompanied by another frowsy woman.

Between them they bore a huge jug of milk, a number of thick glasses and a plate of crackers.
"The crackers come extry, Mr.Merrick," said the landlady, "but seein' as milk's cheap I thought you might like 'em." The landlord now came out and placed the stranger's glass, about half filled with milk, on the table before him.

The man looked at it, frowned, and tossed off the milk in one gulp.
"More!" he said, holding out the glass.
Todd shook his head.
"Ain't no more," he declared.
His wife overheard him and pausing in her task of refilling the glasses for the rich man's party she looked over her shoulder and said: "Give him what he wants, Lucky." The landlord pondered.
"Not fer ten cents, Nancy," he protested.

"The feller said he wanted ten cents wuth o' breakfas', an' by Joe he's had it." "Milk's cheap," remarked Mrs.Todd.

"It's crackers as is expensive these days.