“Like it? I don’t like it.”
“Everybody in Sweden eats it,” said the waiter.
“What’s the matter with it? Is it like defunct cat?” asked Scott.
“More like defunct fish. Try it.”
“I will, my lad,” added Scott, taking a liberal bite of one of the sandwiches.
“How is it?” inquired Laybold.
“First rate; that’s the diet for me.”
“Very good,” said the waiter.
“You don’t mean to say you like that stuff, Scott.”
“The proof of the pudding is the eating of the bag. I do like it, even better than ‘finkel.’”