His mother had pushed herself up to the table and was mixing the pastry, while Elmira was beating eggs.
Mrs.Edwards looked around at Jerome.

"What you standin' there lookin' for ?" said she, with her sharp, nervous voice.

"Put them shoes down, an' bring that quart pail of milk out of the pantry.

Be careful you don't spill it." Jerome obeyed.

When he set the milk-pail on the table, Elmira gave him a quick, piteously confidential glance from under her tearful lids.