Don't, father," pleaded Rose under her breath, her pretty face flaming.
Her mother scowled indomitably at Silas tagging threateningly at her elbow.

"Don't you say one word," she whispered again.
"You ain't goin' to--give 'em--" "Don't you speak," she returned, hissing out the "s." Silas said no more.

He followed on, and watched the doughnuts being distributed to the merry party seated in a great ring like a very garland of youth under his trees; he saw them drink his sweetened water.
"Don't you want some ?" asked his wife's defiantly pleasant voice in his ear.
"No, I don't want none," he returned.
Finally, long before they had finished eating, he went home to the tavern.

There was no one in the house.

He stole cautiously into the pantry, and there was a reserve of doughnuts in a large milk-pan sitting before the window.