“Of course you may, my boy,” said the doctor. “Answer when you are spoken to, and try and be polite.”
“Yes, sir, I will; I’ll try so hard.”
“Then may I send you some lamb!”
“Yes; twice as much as you give her. It does smell nice.”
The doctor frowned a little, and then helped the boy pretty liberally.
“Oh, I say! Just look at the gravy,” he cried. “Have you got plenty, Miss!”
“Oh yes, Dexter,” said Helen. “May I—”
“Don’t give it all to me, Mister,” cried the boy. “Keep some for yourself. I hate a pig.”
“Errum!” coughed the doctor, frowning. “Miss Grayson was going to ask if you would take some vegetables!”
“What? taters? No thankye, we got plenty o’ them at the House,” cried the boy; and he began cutting and devouring the lamb at a furious rate.