Felix.—"Well, I don't mind, just for once, eating some boiled leg of mutton."
Jenny.—"Oh, my darling, then you must want mutton very bad, and you know there is not such a thing on the island."
Felix.—"Then it's a bad place, and I wish we were away, having nothing but chickens and chickens, ducks and ducks, until we shall all crow and quack."
Jenny.—"Oh, don't, Sir, don't go for to move, and get in such a passion, you'll displace the bones, and make your Mama so unhappy."
Felix.—"I am sure nobody is so unhappy as me; and as for your chicken, there——"
And with a kick of the little impudent foot away went the chicken out of its dish into Jenny's face, who forgave her darling on the spot; nay, even came to us for congratulations on his recovery. "For," says she, "he is as impudent as ever he was when well, and is that not a good sign, Ma'am."
Schillie.—"Wash the remains of the chicken off your face, Jenny, and then I'll tell you my opinion."