There, I've etten one up.

Now there's only two.
That's you and me, Milly.

I'll eat you up first--krick!" "Never mind about the currants, little master," said Mrs.Backhouse, laughing at him.

"It's nice and sweet any way, and you can eat as much of it as you like, which is more than you can of rich cakes." Olly thought there was something in this, and by the time he had got through his second bit of bun-loaf he had quite made up his mind that he would get Susan to make bun-loaves at home too.
They were just finishing tea when there was a great clatter outside, and by came the hay-cart with John Backhouse leading the horse, and two men walking beside it.
"We're going to carry all the hay in yon lower field presently," he shouted to his wife as he passed.

"Send the young 'uns down to see." Up they all started, and presently the whole party were racing down the hill to the riverfield, with Mrs.Backhouse and her baby walking soberly with nurse behind them.