“Now comes the entrées,” said Bob.
“What are them things, Bob?” said Tom, while ravenously devouring the portion before him.
“Well, I was jest goin’ to give ’em to you when you busted in on me,” replied Bob. "Here they are:
“Fillet piqué.
“Fricandeau de Veau.
“Pâtés aux huitres.”
“Can’t a fellow get more’n one go at ’em, Bob?” said Tom, comically.
“That’s all, only one go, Tom; which will you have?”
“I’ll take the first one, Bob.”
“The fillet piqué?”