"What will you have, Giacomo ?" "The same as you, Filippo," said Giacomo, in Italian.
"What's that ?" asked the waiter, thinking he had named some dish.
"He will have some roast beef, too.

Will you have some coffee, Giacomo ?" "If you have it," answered the smaller boy.
So Phil gave the double order, and very soon the coffee and meat were placed before them.

I suspect that few of my readers would have regarded these articles with any relish.

One need not be fastidious to find fault with the dark-hued beverage, which was only a poor imitation of coffee, and the dark fragments of meat, which might have been horseflesh so far as appearance went.

But to the two Italian boys it was indeed a feast.
The coffee, which was hot, warmed their stomachs, and seemed to them like nectar, while the meat was as palatable as the epicure finds his choicest dishes.