“And all the cheese,” responded the cook. “And most of the tarts.”
“And a good deal of the cake.”
“And a good many of the ham sandwiches, and half of the eggs, and—”
“And ever so much ginger beer.”
“The boys were, eating, sir, steadily through the night.”
“And through the next day, till they got sick, and couldn’t eat any more.”
To this all present listened in the utmost astonishment, and without saying a single word.
“So we ate most of the things before we left—did we?” asked Mr. Long, with a sour smile. “Yes, sir.”
“How many turkeys did we leave with?”
“Seven, sir.”