'Why, you had a lentil soup—proved scientifically to contain all that is needed—'
'I congratulate the lentil soup. I envy it. I wish I too contained all that is needed. But here'—he clasped his hands again—'there is nothing.'
'Yes there is. There is cabbage.'
'Pooh,' said Papa. 'Green stuff. Herbage.'
'Herbage?'
'And scanty herbage, too—appropriate, I suppose, to the mountainous region in which we now find ourselves.'
'Papa, don't you want to be a vegetarian?'
'I want my coffee,' said Papa.
'What, now?'
'And why not now, Rose-Marie? Is there anything more rational than to eat when one is hungry? Let there, pray, be much—very much—bread-and-butter with it.'