'What, is the wallet missing, Sancho?' said Don Quixote.
'Yes, it is missing,' answered Sancho.
'In that case we have nothing to eat to-day,' said Don Quixote.
'It would be so,' said Sancho, 'should the herbs of the field fail us, which your Worship says you know of, and with which you have told me Knights Errant must supply their wants.'
'Nevertheless,' answered Don Quixote, 'I would rather just now have a hunch of bread, or a cottage loaf and a couple of pilchards' heads, than all the herbs that Dioscorides has described. But before thou mountest thine Ass, lend me here thy hand and see how many teeth and grinders are lacking on this right side of my upper jaw, for there I feel the pain.'
Sancho put his fingers in, and, feeling about, asked: 'How many grinders did your Worship have before, on this side?'
'Four,' replied Don Quixote, 'besides the wisdom tooth, all whole and sound.'
'Mind well what you say, Sir,' answered Sancho.
'Four, say I, if not five,' said Don Quixote, 'for in all my life I never had tooth or grinder drawn from my mouth, nor has any fallen out or been destroyed by decay.'
'Well, then, in this lower part,' said Sancho, 'your Worship has but two grinders and a half, and in the upper, neither a half nor any, for all is as smooth as the palm of my hand.'