Chapter 64

“Ah,” she went on, “they were all as fat as butter, filled the pew at church to bursting, until the day he let the cows get stanked. Ah! That was a bad day for ’em. There was no prosperation after. The cows dwined and the pigs dwined, and in a bit the family dwined too, and in a little while, of all that fine fat family there was nought left but fourteen miserable rails.” Tivvy was in a fit of giggling, for her Mother’s stories ’most always made her laugh, though many’s the beating she had for it. “Milk first, lad,…