"It would be a good deal better if you walked fast once in awhile, 'cause then you wouldn't be so fat."
"S'pose I'd rather be fat than as lean as some fellers I know?"
"Then it would be all right to creep along the street same's we're doin' now. Say, how far off is your shanty?"
"Down here a bit; but you don't count on goin' right there, do you?"
"Why not? Where else should we go?"
"Seems to me it would be better to get that stew first, an' then we sha'n't have to come out again to-night."
"Look here, Plums," and Joe spoke sharply, "do you think I'm goin' to take the princess into a place where they sell five-cent stews?"
"She's got to go somewhere, if she wants anything to eat."
"We'll bring her supper to your shanty. I won't carry this little thing into a saloon for a crowd of toughs to look at."
Master Plummer sighed. He had been anticipating a feast of stew from the moment Joe left him to engage in his new vocation, and it was a grievous disappointment that the pleasure should be so long delayed.