If you've got any fire in I'd like a slice of toast, but if you haven't I'll have a piece of dry bread.

I dare say you'd like one of the little apple pasties Mrs.Maddock brought over." Mrs.Maddock was the wife of the farmer who lived a little way from them, along the road to the four turnings.
"Yes, I would," said Jessie, "I am hungry." "I don't wonder," said her grandmother, smiling, "working as you have been.

Why, there won't be anything left for me to do when I get up.
Is the kettle nearly boiling ?" "Yes," said Jessie, "it is singing.

I'll have to step over to Mrs.
Maddock's for the milk, and by the time I come back it will be ready.
Will you be all right, granny, while I'm gone?
I won't be away more than five minutes." "Yes, I shall be all right, child; I'll promise not to run away, and I don't suppose any burglar will break in here," she laughed gently.
"Well, I could soon catch you, if you did," laughed Jessie, "but I don't know about a burglar, I would have to run to Mrs.Maddock's again and borrow their dog.

Good-bye, granny." "Put on your hat and coat," granny called after her.
"Oh, need I ?" asked Jessie, with just a shade of impatience in her voice.
"Why, yes, child, it is quite chilly, and you have been so hot over your work." So Jessie stayed a moment in the kitchen to put on her hat and coat-- and oh, how glad she was of it before that night was ended--and taking her milk-can in one hand and a penny in the other, away she ran down the garden and out into the road.