He'll gather up the cream cans you throw into the discard and start a dairy on the leavings." Then he had set the can down on the water bench beside the door and gone away.
"I've been cookin' for cow-camps ever since I got my knee stiffened up so's't I couldn't ride--and that's sixteen year ago last Fourth--and it's the first time I ever had any darned foreman go snoopin' around my back door to see if I scrape out the cans clean!" Mose seated himself upon a corner of the table with the stiff leg for a brace and the good one swinging free, and folded his bare arms upon his heaving chest.
"And that ain't all, Dick," he went on aggrievedly.

"He went and cut down the order I give him for grub.

That's something Ches never done--not with me, anyway.

Asked me--asked me, what I wanted with so much choc'late.

And I wanted boiled cider for m' mince-meat, and never got it.