You little beggars!

When I was four, we moved to Fon du Lac and lived in an apartment above Ollie and Esther's general store. Our next-door neighbors were Gladys and Van, their daughter Joan and Gladys's mother - Grandma Berquist.
Grandma Berquist was a typical Swedish woman of her generation, hard as nails exterior but deep down a cream-puff. (Grandma Lindstrom was like that.) Anyway I remember one day knocking on her door with a friend of mine

Grandma Berquist says, "What do you want?"

"Can we have some milk and cookies?" we respond.

This sends her into a loud rant. "You little beggars! The nerve of you coming up to the doors of strangers begging for food.
Don't your parents teach you any manners?"
And on and on and on she went like that.

Most of the time we could hear her but not see her because she had retreated into the kitchen and was preparing two glasses of milk and a large plate of home-made cookies