How's your appetite when it comes to clam pie, Mr.Graves ?" Mr.Graves's appetite was good, and the clam pie was good.

So, too, were the hot biscuits and the tea and homemade preserves and cake.
Conversation during the meal was, for the most part, a monologue by the captain.

He gave Miss Baker a detailed and exaggerated account of his adventures in Ostable, on board the train, and during the drive home.
The housekeeper listened, fidgeting in her chair.
"'Lisha Warren," she interrupted, "how you do talk! Rainin' so hard you had to hold the reins taut to keep the horse's head out of water so he wouldn't drown! The idea!" "Fact," asserted Captain Warren, with a wink at his guest.

"And that wa'n't the worst of it.

'Twas so dark I had to keep feelin' the buggy with my foot to be sure I was in it.