The first spoonful produced an expression on Henri's
face that needed not to be interpreted. It was as sour
as vinegar.
"Ye'll ha' to eat it yerself, Dick, lad," cried Joe,
throwing down his spoon, and spitting out the unsavoury
mess.
"Nonsense," cried Dick, bolting two or three mouthfuls,
and trying to look as if he liked it. "Try again;
it's not so bad as you think."
"Ho-o-o-o-o!" cried Henri, after the second mouthful.