When tha' goes to 'em in th' mornin's tha' shall take a pail o' good new milk an' I'll bake 'em a crusty cottage loaf or some buns wi' currants in 'em, same as you children like.

Nothin's so good as fresh milk an' bread.

Then they could take off th' edge o' their hunger while they were in their garden an' th, fine food they get indoors 'ud polish off th' corners." "Eh! mother!" said Dickon admiringly, "what a wonder tha' art! Tha' always sees a way out o' things.

They was quite in a pother yesterday.
They didn't see how they was to manage without orderin' up more food--they felt that empty inside." "They're two young 'uns growin' fast, an' health's comin' back to both of 'em.

Children like that feels like young wolves an' food's flesh an' blood to 'em," said Mrs.Sowerby.