He scowled at a letter lying on his dressing table and thrust it into his pocket that it might be out of sight . He had written it the night before and the writing of it was going to cost him several things -- a prospective million among others . So it is hardly to be wondered at if the sight of it did not reconcile him to the joys of early rising . `` Dear life and heart ! '' exclaimed Mrs. Emory , pausing in the act of scalding a milk-can when Murray emerged from a side door . `` What on earth is the matter , Mr. Murray ? You ai n't sick now , surely ? I told you them pond fogs was p ` isen after night ! If you 've gone and got -- '' `` Nothing is the matter , dear lady , '' interrupted Murray , `` and I have n't gone and got anything except an acute attack of early rising which is not in the least likely to become chronic . But at what hour of the night do you get up , you wonderful woman ? Or rather do you ever go to bed at all ? Here is the sun only beginning to rise and -- positively yes , you have all your cows milked . '' Mrs. Emory purred with delight . `` Folks as has fourteen cows to milk has to rise betimes , '' she answered with proud humility . `` Laws , I do n't complain -- I 've lots of help with the milking . How Mrs. Palmer manages , I really can not comperhend -- or rather , how she has managed . I suppose she 'll be all right now since her niece came last night . I saw her posting to the pond pasture not ten minutes ago . She 'll have to milk all them seven cows herself . But dear life and heart !
Here I be palavering away and not a bite XXXXX breakfast ready for you ! ''
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