But the old woman declared wrathfully:
“You'll get no dinner as long as you won't have them. You'll see what'll happen.”
Tome was uneasy, but answered nothing.
When twelve o'clock struck, he called out:
“Hullo, mother, is the soup ready?”
“There's no soup for you, lazy-bones,” cried the old woman from her kitchen.
He thought she must be joking, and waited a while. Then he begged, implored, swore, “tacked to the north” and “tacked to the south,” and beat on the wall with his fists, but had to consent at last to five eggs being placed against his left side; after which he had his soup.
When his friends arrived that afternoon they thought he must be ill, he seemed so constrained and queer.
They started the daily game of dominoes. But Tome appeared to take no pleasure in it, and reached forth his hand very slowly, and with great precaution.
“What's wrong with your arm?” asked Horslaville.