"Got anything to eat?" he asked; and even his voice sounded hungry.
Teddy opened the cigar-box refrigerator, revealing to view a plentiful supply of provisions.
The newcomer did not need an invitation to begin the meal.
He attacked the food as if he had had nothing to eat since leaving the city, and Teddy refrained from asking any questions until his hunger should be appeased.
"Well," Carrots said, after an enormous meal, "what do you think of me now?"
"I'd say you was hungry, an' I guess that comes pretty nigh bein' the truth."
"That's a fact; an' I shouldn't be lyin' so very bad if I told you I hadn't had anything to eat since I left. Talk 'bout good livin' in the country! Why, a feller'd starve to death there in a week! I never saw sich a place! 'Bout the time you go to sleep they call you to get up; an' I do b'lieve yesterday it wasn't more'n late in the evenin' when that farmer yelled for me to turn out an' feed the stock. Feed the stock! Well, now, I'll tell you what—I wanted to feed myself, but didn't get the chance!"
"So you found out that livin' on a farm wasn't so pleasant as you thought?" Teddy said, laughingly; for he had a very good idea of what Carrots's experiences might have been.
"It's a reg'lar swindle an' humbug; that's what it is. An' if all farmers are like that old feller I went out with, I don't see how they keep anybody with 'em."
"S'posin' you begin at the start, an' tell me all 'bout it?"