“‘You can’t think how good it is, Roswald, after eating porridge so long,’ said Sue, with a perfectly new colour of pleasure in her face.
“‘This is capital porridge!’ said Roswald. ‘I’ll trouble you for a piece of bread, Sue.’
“‘Why, Roswald!—are you eating nothing but porridge?’
“‘Yes, and I tell you I should like a piece of bread with it.’
“‘Ah, do take something else!’ said Sue, giving him the bread. ‘The porridge will keep till another time.’
“‘I don’t mean it shall, much of it,’ said Roswald. ‘It’s the best dinner I’ve had in a great while.’
“Sue laid down her knife and fork to laugh at him, though the doing so had very near made her cry again.
“‘Please take some chicken, Roswald!’
“‘I’d rather not. I’ll take a piece of pie with you presently.’
“‘I should think chicken was enough,’ said Sue; ‘you needn’t have brought me pie.’