I showed a becoming modesty--I took no notice of anybody." "Perhaps your walk has given you a little appetite ?" the widow suggested.
"What did you say ?" cried Jack.

"Appetite! Upon my soul, I could eat---- No, that's not gentleman-like.

Mistress gave me one of her looks when I said 'Upon my soul' down in the office.

Thank you.

Yes; I like cake.
Excuse me--I hope it has got plums in it ?" "Plums and other fine things besides.