Mr. McGowan assured him that he had no such intention.
“You don’t know what you’re missing,” declared the Captain, smacking his lips to make the waffles appear more appetizing. “Have just one. Maybe your appetite is one of them coming kind, and I’ll swan if ’tis that one taste of these would bring it with a gallop.”
“Don’t urge him if he don’t want ’em, Josiah.”
“Cal’late your talking must have gone to his stomach, hey, Clemmie?”
“Josiah!” she exclaimed, coloring. “He’ll soon forget all I said to him.”
“You sartin give it to ’em good last night, Mack. It was the best I ever heard. Got most of ’em where they lived, and you took ’em out into the deep beyond their wading-line, too. How about you, Clemmie?”
Miss Pipkin had important business in the kitchen.
“Yes, Mack, that sure was a ringer,” continued the Captain as he helped himself to another layer of waffles. “Wonder if Clemmie took what you said about launching out as literal?”
Miss Pipkin returned with a plate of smoking waffles and placed them at the Captain’s side.