Of course we knew better than to use a knife at the table, but there was no other way in the field.

He ate that pie, slowly and deliberately, and between bites he talked.

I watched him with a wide grin, wondering what in this world he WOULD say, in a minute.

I don't think I ever had quite such a good time in all my life before, and I never expect to again.

He was saying: "Talk about nectar and ambrosia! Talk about the feasts of Lucullus! Talk about food for the Gods!" I put on his hat, sat on the ground in front of him, and was the happiest girl in the world, of that I am quite sure.