Rainbow Valley

“I can tell you if old Martha’d let ME cook you’d have some decent meals,” she told the manse children indignantly. “There’d be no more ‘ditto’—and no more lumpy porridge and blue milk either. What DOES she do with all the cream?”

“She gives it to the cat. He’s hers, you know,” said Faith.

“I’d like to CAT her,” exclaimed Mary bitterly. “I’ve no use for cats anyhow. They belong to the old Nick. You can tell that by their eyes. Well, if old Martha won’t, she won’t, I s’pose. But it gits on my nerves to see good vittles spoiled.”

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