“They’ve given us a garden my dear.”
“Given a what?”
“A whole plot, all our own.”
The husband led his wife out of town, to the place where his field was assigned. “We’ll grow corn,” he promised. “Keep chickens and pigs and eat eggs,” though by we he meant she.
The boy said “We used to have cows back in England.”
“I know,” said his Dad. “And if any arrive on the boat then maybe we’ll buy one.”
“How?” Mother frowned.
“Well, they’ve given us a garden my dear. You grow things and sell them and I’ll buy the cow.”