Tea and coffee, and such low things, we shall give to ducks.

O, what ducks they will be! They will sing tunes such as canaries don't know how.

We'll give them our tea and coffee, and we'll drink--what d'ye call it?
O, here's some." Dotty took up the pail.
"You see how white it is; sugar frosting in it.

Drink a little, it's so nice." "It tastes just like moolly cow's milk," said Flyaway, wiping her lips with her finger.
"No," said Dotty, helping herself; "it's nectar; that's what Susy says they drink; now I remember." "Stop!" said a small voice in the ear of Dotty's spirit; "that is what I should call taking other people's things." "Poh!" said Dotty, sipping again; "it's grandpa's cow.

When Jennie Vance takes cake, it's wicked, because--because it is.