“Here are your vegetables, Nora,” said Will Carden, as he scraped his feet upon the mat before the kitchen door of the “big house.”“Come in, Masther Willyum,” called the cook, in her cheery voice.So the boy obeyed the summons and pushed open the screen door, setting his basket upon the white table at Nora’s side.“Oo, misery! But them pays is illegant,” she said, breaking open a green pod and eating the fresh, delicious contents. “Why, Masther Willyum, the bloom is on ’em yet.”