Shall I put it on the stove ?" she said.
Townshead made a little grimace.

"One may as well describe things correctly, and that is chickory," he said.

"Still, you may warm it if it pleases you, but I might point out that, indifferent as it is, preserved milk which has gone musty does not improve its flavour." The girl laughed a little, though there was something more pathetic than heartsome in her merriment.

"I am afraid we shall have none to-morrow unless Mr.Seaforth gets through," she said.

"I suppose you have not a few dollars you could give me, father ?" "No," said Townshead, with somewhat unusual decisiveness; "I have not.
You are always asking for dollars.