hem ...

thou mistakest my meaning.

I have no love for such creatures--but without so much as a kitten about the house, prithee how am I to account to my mistress for the pasties and ...

and comfits ...

not to speak of breakages." "There is always Master Courage," suggested Hymn-of-Praise, with a movement of the left eyelid which in the case of any one less saintly might have been described as a sly wink.
"That there is not," interrupted the lad decisively; "my stomach rebels against comfits, and sack-posset could never be laid to my door." "I give thee assurance, Master Busy," concluded the young girl, "that the county of Kent no longer suits my constitution.