The Carpenter's Daughter
"I want two loaves of bread, Mrs. August; and a pint of milk, if you please."
"How will you carry them, my child? you cannot take them all at the time."
"O yes, I can," said Nettie, cheerfully. "I can manage. They are not heavy."
"No, I hope not," said the Frenchwoman; "it is not heavy, my bread! but two loaves are not one, no more. Is your mother well?"
She then set busily about wrapping the loaves in paper and measuring out the milk. Nettie answer