"Oh, go away and let me alone," said Billy, thoroughly angry. "Much use you are."
And presto—Gehsundheit was gone.
"He's a nice one—gracious, but I'm hungry," and Billy hammered on the cell door.
"Do be still," said Boiled Egg. "Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"
"But I'm hungry," said Billy.
"Hungry," exclaimed Boiled Egg, turning pale—"why, why, you don't mean to say you eat?"
"Indeed I do. I haven't had my breakfast yet, and I want some eggs."
"Help, help, help!" yelled the Egg, crouching down in a corner and pulling the cake of ice cot in front of him; "he wants to eat me. Help, help, help, help! he wants eggs."
"If you're not quiet I will eat you, sure enough," said Billy, angrily.
"He says he will eat me. Help, help, help!"