Now, Maria, you look in the ice-chest and see if there are any cold potatoes that can be warmed up.

There's plenty of bread in the jar, and we'll toast that.

We'll have breakfast in a jiffy.

Doctors do have a hard life, and Miss Bell, she ought to have her nourishment too, if she's goin' to take care of your mother." When Maria returned from the ice-box, which stood out in the woodshed, with a plate of cold potatoes, Mrs.White was sniffing at the coffee-pot.
"For goodness sake, who made this ?" said she.
"Father." "How much did he put in ?" "He put in a little pinch." "It looks like water bewitched," said Mrs.White.

"Bring me the coffee canister.