"Here's a kind and dear young lady, to help an old man to a drink with her own pretty hands." He paused, and looked at the milk very much as he might have looked at a dose of physic.

"Will anyone take a drink first ?" he asked, offering the jug piteously to Isabel and Moody.

"You see, I'm not wed to genuine milk; I'm used to chalk and water.

I don't know what effect the unadulterated cow might have on my poor old inside." He tasted the milk with the greatest caution.

"Upon my soul, this is too rich for me! The unadulterated cow is a deal too strong to be drunk alone.