"A little at a time," said George, soothingly. "I am doctor and cook, and there is plenty here, of the best kind."
"Oh, doesn't that smell good!" exclaimed Min, joyously.
"That's the way I like to hear you talk," said Harry. "Your voice doesn't seem starved. You'll be out in a couple of days, and be better than ever."
"How long have you been in that place?" asked John.
"In that particular place, only about a month; but we were in a worse place, still farther south, for about three months."
"Starving all the time?"
"Yes."
"I was moved to say that starving is a good thing, in its way, but it has its limits, and four months is a little too long for either comfort or health. You will find, however," continued John, "that you will be much healthier for the experience, particularly if you have ever had stomach[p. 207] troubles, as my friend Wright here has had all his life. Isn't that so, Wright?"
"Do you think I have been to a health cure?" he asked.
"Certainly; the best kind, for one in your condition." And John laughed.