...(dreamily pointing to tin) Is it Yankee corn? DEACON ROBERTS (to Hugh's back and slipping in second egg) Nay, nay, not that, Hughie lad, that tin above! HUGH...Ox tongue, lad? Nay, nothin' so large as that. HUGH (dreamingly reaching up higher) American condensed mm-milk? Yiss, that's what it is. DEACON ROBERTS...

...pointing to tin.] Is it Yankee corn ? DEACON ROBERTS. [To Hugh's back, and slipping in second egg.] Nay, nay, not that, Hughie lad, that tin above! HUGH....[Dreamily reaching up higher.] American condensed iii-iu-tnilk ? Yiss, that's what it is. DEACON ROBERTS. [Slipping in fourth egg.] Condensed milk, Hughie...

...pointing to tin.] Is it Yankee corn ? DEACON ROBERTS. [To Hugh's back, and slipping in second egg.] Nay, nay, not that, Hughie lad, that tin above ! HUGH....[Absent-mindedly touching tin.] Is it ox tongue ? DEACON ROBERTB. [Slipping in third egg and not even looking up.] Ox tongue, lad ? Nay, nothin' so large as...

...pointing to tin.] Is it Yankee com ? DEACON ROBERTS. [To Hugh's back, and slipping in second egg.] Nay, nay, not that, Hughie lad, that tin above ! HUGH. [Absent-mindedly touching tin.] Is it ox tongue ? DEACO.V ROBERTS. [Slipping in third egg and not even looking up.] Ox tongue, lad ? Nay, nothin' so...

...(dreamily pointing to tin) Is it Yankee corn? DEACON ROBERTS (to Hugh's back and slipping in second Nay, nay, not that, Hughie lad, that tin above! HUGH...Ox tongue, lad? Nay, nothin' so large as that. HUGH (dreamingly reaching up higher) American condensed mm-milk? Yiss, that's what it is. DEACON ROBERTS...