"Take your own way."
This way consisted in a habit she had of making me convenient. She did
not like the morning cup of coffee; its school brewage not being
strong or sweet enough to suit her palate; and she had an excellent
appetite, like any other healthy school-girl, for the morning
pistolets or rolls, which were new-baked and very good, and of which a
certain allowance was served to each. This allowance being more than I
needed, I gave half to Ginevra; never varying in my preference, though
many others used to covet the superfluity; and she in return would
sometimes give me a portion of her coffee. This morning I was glad of
the draught; hunger I had none, and with thirst I was parched. I don't
know why I chose to give my bread rather to Ginevra than to another;
nor why, if two had to share the convenience of one drinking-vessel,
as sometimes happened--for instance, when we took a long walk into the
country, and halted for refreshment at a farm--I always contrived that
she should be my convive, and rather liked to let her take the lion's
share, whether of the white beer, the sweet wine, or the new milk: so
it was, however, and she knew it; and, therefore, while we wrangled
daily, we were never alienated.
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