He sprang out of his bunk and ran out of the house.

He hated the sight of the smiling, pleasant-voiced Mackenzie.

But his boy's hunger drove him in to breakfast.
"Well, Callum, man," began Mackenzie in pleasant salutation.
"My name is Kalman," snapped the boy.
"Never mind, it iss a good name, whatefer.

But I am saying we will be getting into the pitaties after breakfast.

Can ye drop pitaties ?" "Show me how," said Kalman shortly.
"And that I will," said Mackenzie affably, helping himself to the bottle.
"How many bottles of that stuff are there left ?" asked Kalman disgustedly.
"And why would you be wanting to know ?" enquired Mackenzie cautiously.