The man sat on a stool beside one, shooting a stream of milk from beneath the cow into a tin pail. Peewee recoiled toward the house. He had been aware, by theory, that milk came from cows, but he had not seen the process in opera tion before and the sight revolted him.
The man emerged presently from the shed, and set his milk pail down and crossed to a small garden. Here he pulled out of the ground certain small red objects which experience of South Water Street informed Peewee were radishes. The man struck the radishes against the palm of his hand to shake the earth off them. A feeling of unhappiness came to Peewee, and he went back into the house and into the kitchen where the red-haired woman was at work.
"Where's Mr. Sallet?" he inquired.
"He went back last night after leaving you here. Say good morning the first time you see anybody," the woman directed without looking at him.
"Yes, ma'am," Peewee agreed.
The thin man came in at the kitchen door and put his milk pail and the radishes down on a
