“Did you see the sea?”
“Oh, plainly!” said the one with spectacles.
“Ever so far away,” said the one without.
“Just as if the sky had a steel edge,” said the one with spectacles.
“Exactly like a leetle silver line,” said the one without.
“H’rrmp,” said Mr. Preemby.
Small portions of fish followed the tomato soup, and were consumed in comparative silence. There was a little burst of scarcely audible conversation at the window table.
“Now is this the same fish as we had yesterday?” asked the wife.
“It is a very similar fish,” said the gentleman with whiskers.
“The menu simply says, ‘Fish,’” said the stepdaughter.