"I'm afraid I can't ask you to share mine."
"Why? Haven't you any food?"
"Oh, I daresay there's food, but--it wants cooking.
"Well, let's cook it! Oh, do let's cook it! I should so love to cook my own breakfast; I never have; it would be just like a picnic."
"I don't know that I care for picnics; I'm too old."
"I've seen people older than you are." I felt flattered; I am not so very old after all. "What have you got? Have you any eggs?"
"I shouldn't be surprised if I have some eggs."
"Then, to begin with, we'll say eggs. How shall we cook them?"
"Boil them."
"Couldn't we fry them? I'm rather fond of fried eggs."