"Fried snakes' livers on mushrooms," interrupted Dave. "You've told that story before."
"No, I didn't, and it wasn't fried——"
"I know what he means," said Phil. "It was robins' wings salted in sauerkraut."
"It wasn't. This was an order of——"
"Blue pumpkin rinds with mackerel sauce," interrupted Sam Day. "Very fine dish. I ate it once, when I was dining at the White House with the President."
"It wasn't pumpkin rinds, or anything like it. It was a plain order of——"
"Cherry roast, with minced sunflowers?" suggested Roger. "The girls at Vassar dine on 'em regularly, after playing football."
"This was a plain everyday order of pork and beans," shouted Shadow, desperately. "And after the men got 'em, what do you think they did? Oh, this is a good one;" and Shadow's eyes began to sparkle.
"Found fault, I suppose, because the beans weren't from Boston," said Dave.
"No."