'Good,' said the milkman.

'Then you won't have none tomorrow.

D'ye hear?
Not a fragment of milk you won't have tomorrow.' I thought she seemed, upon the whole, relieved by the prospect of having any today.

The milkman, after shaking his head at her darkly, released her chin, and with anything rather than good-will opened his can, and deposited the usual quantity in the family jug.

This done, he went away, muttering, and uttered the cry of his trade next door, in a vindictive shriek.
'Does Mr.Traddles live here ?' I then inquired.
A mysterious voice from the end of the passage replied 'Yes.' Upon which the youthful servant replied 'Yes.' 'Is he at home ?' said I.
Again the mysterious voice replied in the affirmative, and again the servant echoed it.