Now I help you first, although I am myself so hungry.

I do it from a lofty feeling, which my aunt Philippa calls 'chivalry.' Ladies talk about it when they want to get the best of us.

I have given you all the best part, you see; and I only keep the worst of it for myself." If Pet had any hope that his self-denial would promptly be denied to him, he made a great mistake; for the damsel of the gill had a healthy moorland appetite, and did justice to all that was put before her; and presently he began, for the first time in his life, to find pleasure in seeing another person pleased.

But the wine she would not even taste, in spite of persuasion and example; the water from the brook was all she drank, and she drank as prettily as a pigeon.

Whatever she did was done gracefully and well.
"I am very particular," he said at last; "but you are fit to dine with anybody.