While he doubted where to begin, his teeth met in the bread, and he started guiltily, for it was more than half eaten when Hetty swooped down on him.
"Quick, Johnny! run you to the woodstack while I unpack the baskets.
Mother will be arriving in an hour, and we are to give her supper out here, with baked potatoes.

Run, that's a good soul: and on your way get Jane to give you a tin of oatmeal--tell her I must have it if she has to scrape the bottom of the bin; _and_ a gridiron, _and_ a rolling-pin.

We will have griddle-cakes.

Run--and whatever you do, don't forget the rolling-pin!" Johnny ran with long ungainly strides, his coat-tails flapping like a scarecrow's.

The coat, in fact, was a cast-off one of Mr.Wesley's, narrow in the chest, short in the sleeves, but inordinately full in the skirts.