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 "Do they want me to throw the poor fellow out into the street?" he exclaimed. I sympathised with him to the best of my ability, and then he went on to say that this was the least of his worries. There was trouble about the comparatively harmless chemicals that he used to preserve the lacteal fluid in its pristine freshness, there was trouble about a case of typhoid occurring in a cottage adjoining the dairy, and an impertinent person who had made a kind of domiciliary visit to the cowsheds had gone away talking of "disgusting substances from diseased udders" finding their way into the milk. Then there was the question of attenuation; my poor old friend pointed out that milk "stuffed with cream" (as he put it) wasn't wholesome. "The public don't want it," he said, "they wouldn't look at it if they got it; any more than they'd drink beer made out of malt and hops, whiskey made of malt, or brandy distilled from wine."

"Ah," he concluded; "the world's a hard place, and what with the rates and