"Scarcely!"
Wallie looked so injured that Pinkey said apologetically:
"I was jest cur'ous." But inquired further: "Is that stuffin' or in'ards coming through the sewin' down the front of 'em?"
"Forcemeat. I made it according to a recipe."
"Indeed?" Politely. "Don't go shy yourself jest because I'm here," he protested, as Wallie attempted to cut one in two with the butcher-knife. "I ain't feelin' so hungry—somethin' has took my appetite."
As the table swayed under Wallie's efforts to carve a prairie-dog, he suggested:
"Perhaps if you took hold of one leg——"
"Ye-ah," said Pinkey, humorously, "and you take holt of the other and put your foot on my chest so you kin git a purchase, then we'll both pull and somethin's bound to happen."
"If I could only find a joint——"
"Worry one of them legs off and we'll see how we like it before you play yourself out on it."