behind, an' sot to work an' roasted steaks an' marrowbones."
"When the natter-list came back ye should ha' seen
the joyful face he put on when he smelt the grub, for
he was all but starved out, poor critter."
"'What have we got here?' cried he, rubbin' his
hands an' sittin' down."
"'Steaks an' marrow-bones,' says Martin."
"'Capital!' says he. 'I'm
so
hungry.'"