At last I took my seat beside a fat goose, and I helped myself to as much of it as I wanted.
But I hadn't took three bites, when I looked away up the table at a man they called Tash (attache').

He was talking French to a woman on t'other side of the table.

He dodged his head and she dodged hers, and then they got to drinking wine across the table.
"But when I looked back again my plate was gone, goose and all.

So I jist cast my eyes down to t'other end of the table, and sure enough I seed a white man walking off with my plate.

I says, 'Hello, mister, bring back my plate.' He fetched it back in a hurry, as you may think.
And when he set it down before me, how do you think it was?
Licked as clean as my hand.