I ain't sayin' it won't, though I never heard of sorrel pies; but you know pumpkin is good, Cephas." "I know pumpkin pies have milk in 'em," said Cephas; "an' I tell you I ain't goin' to have anything of an animal nature in 'em.

I've been studyin' into it, an' thinkin' of it, an' I've made up my mind that I've made a mistake along back, an' we've ate too much animal food.
We've ate a whole pig an' half a beef critter this winter, to say nothin' of eggs an' milk, that are jest as much animal as meat, accordin' to my way of thinkin'.

I've reasoned it out all along that as long as we were animals ourselves, an' wanted to strengthen animal, that it was common-sense that we ought to eat animal.

It seemed to me that nature had so ordered it.

I reasoned it out that other animals besides man lived on animals, except cows, an' they, bein' ruminatin' animals, ain't to be compared to men--" "I should think we'd be somethin' like 'em if we eat that," said Mrs.
Barnard, pointing at the sorrel, with piteous sarcasm.
"It's the principle I'm thinkin' about," said Cephas.