E ladies.--But wouldn't you like to see the inside of one of our poor
cottages? I shall be very proud to have you look at mine, and to have
you drink a glass of milk from my cows. I am sorry that I cannot offer
you brandy, but there's none to be bought in the place." "Don't speak
of it! For an eye-opener there is nothing like a glass of
milk," gayly answered the colonel.
They entered the best room of the house,--wide, low-ceiled, dimly lit
by
two small windows, and fortified against the winter by a huge Canada
stove of cast-iron. It was rude but neat, and had an air of decent
comfort. Through the window appeared a very
little vegetable garden with a border of the hardiest flowers. "The
large beans there," explained the host, "are
for soup and coffee. My corn," he said, pointing out some rows of
dwarfish maize, "has escaped the early August frosts, and so I expect
to have some roasting-ears yet this summer."
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