“Yes, at a swell place, like this is, they do,” answered Bob. “Now that waiter he will be right back and want our orders. The first thing is soup, and there’s three kinds—potage Julienne, suprême, and consommé à la royale. Which will you have, Herbert?”
“You may give me the potage Julienne,” replied the young Vermonter.
“Say ’em again, Bob; I didn’t quite catch ’em before,” said Tom.
Bob smiled, and obeyed the request.
“Why not have ’em all, Bob?” said Tom, eagerly.
“’Cause ’tain’t regular to do that way.”
“Well, they are all on there for us, ain’t they?”
“They are on for us to take whichever one we want.”
“And I can’t have but one?”
“No.”