I'm going to try how the cake tastes dipped in lemonade.

Ha! ha! how it fizzes as I stir it round! Yes; something that happened at Wurzburg, as you say.

I asked David about it, the morning he went away.

But the coach was waiting for him; and he ran off without saying a word.

I call that rude." He was still stirring his lemonade with his bit of cake--or he might have seen something in the widow's face that would have startled him.