Apples, champagne, and cakes were now provided; all that was left to think of was the goose.

We glorified Saddlebank's cleverness to the boys.
'By jingo! what a treat you'll have,' Temple said among them, bursting with our secret.
Saddlebank pleaded that he had missed his way on presenting himself ten minutes after time.

To me and Temple he breathed of goose, but he shunned us; he had no fun in him till Saturday afternoon, when Catman called out to hear if we were for cricket or a walk.
'A walk on the downs,' said Saddlebank.
Temple and I echoed him, and Saddlebank motioned his hand as though he were wheedling his goose along.

Saddlebank spoke a word to my commissioners.

I was to leave the arrangements for the feast to him, he said.