I used to tell him that he would kill himself if he could eat all he wanted to.
As soon as meals were over, Billy and I scampered after Miss Laura to the kitchen.

We each had our own plate for food.

Mary the cook often laughed at Miss Laura, because she would not let her dogs "dish" together.

Miss Laura said that if she did, the larger one would get more than his share, and the little one would starve.
It was quite a sight to see Billy eat.

He spread his legs apart to steady himself, and gobbled at his food like a duck.