“Bother! Don’t get wagging your head in that way,” cried Mark angrily, “or you will have it come loose. Well, what did you do with the soup?”
“Ate it, sir.”
“What!” cried Mark sharply.
“Well, sir, I couldn’t drink it, it was that thick and strong. It was some of my best.”
“And so you ate it?”
“Yes, sir; I was so precious hungry.”
“Did you ever hear such impudence, Dean?”
“Well, I thought it a pity to waste it, sir, and I have always got plenty more on the way.”
“Bah!” cried Mark. “You couldn’t have half looked.”
“No, sir; I put my back into it and did it thorough. But he was gone;” and Dan shook his head again.