The other apparently didnt, possibly because
Annies erratic milking habits had already dried her up. Small bluish fires like
spirit-lanterns dotted the surface of the board which had served as his desk.
""Aye, never fear me,she said, and grasped the bottle of gin with a hand that
trembled only slightly. Today she was not singing; there was only the rattle of
plates and the occasional hiss of rinse-water.