"
Then, noticing that she was tired and panting for breath, he took out
the stopper and held the can toward her, saying impulsively,
"Have a drink, Missis Barry,--yes, it will do you good."
A suspicious moisture dimmed the widow's faded eyes for a moment, and
her heart gave a throb of grateful surprise at the child's ingenuous
friendliness; but she drew back with a deprecating gesture, saying,
"Well, well, Masther Tom, ye're the thoughtfullest young gentleman that
ever I see! An' I'm sure I thank ye kindly. It isn't for the likes of
me to be tellin' ye what is right an' proper, but what would yer mother
say to yer not bringin' the milk home just as ye got it from the store,
an' to ye givin' a poor creature like me a drink out of the can?"
"Oh, she wouldn't care!" replied Tom. "Didn't she say you were welcome
at the house any time, to have a cup of tea and get warm by the kitchen
fire? Do you think she'd grudge you a sup of milk?"
"It isn't that; for I know she wouldn't, God bless her!" said the
apple-woman, heartily. "Still, asthore, take heed of what I say.
Never meddle with what's trusted to ye, but carry it safe an' whole to
the person it's meant for, or the place ye are told to fetch it to.
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