The Cabin-boy stared in bewilderment, and began again.
"Th-th-th-there's ch-ch-chops, s-s-s-steak, b-b-b-bacon and eggs," said he.
"Yes, sir," said Freddie, much embarrassed.
"I don't blame you, skipper," said the Able Seaman. "I would too, if I hadn't eaten for two days. Next!"
The Cabin-boy stood behind Aunt Amanda's chair, and began:
"Th-th-th-there's ch-ch-chops, s-s-s-steak, b-b-b-bacon and—Ker-choo!" He gave a hearty sneeze, and pulled out his pocket-handkerchief; so he had to begin all over again:
"Th-th-th-there's ch-ch-chops, s-s-s-s-s—"
"Chops, thank you," said Aunt Amanda.
The Cabin-boy took his stand behind Toby's chair, and began:
"There's—there's—th-th-th-th—Ker-choo! Th-th-there's ch-ch-ch-chops, s-s-s-s-s—"