"Is everything out?"
"No; there's some roast veal, unless you prefer hash."
"I don't like hash," said Sam, decidedly. "Bring on your veal, and don't forget the potatoes, and some bread and butter."
"You've got a healthy appetite," said the waiter.
"You bet I have, and I've a right to it. I've earned my dinner, and I want it."
The articles he had ordered were brought, and he attacked them with vigor. Then he called for a second course.
"A piece of mince-pie."
"All out," said the waiter.
"Apple-pie."
"That's out."