From one of the stalls could be heard the rhythmical squirt of milk against the milking-pail, for David was engaged upon his evening work.

And the little boy who was asked if he thought he should like a hymn-book for his birthday present replied that "he thought he should like a hymn-book, but he knew he should like a squirt."

The little fellows would, between whiles, as if to keep their hands in, use the black squirts against one another; but they often gave them a dash of the rose-water at the same time.