"I am afraid that wouldn't hold me through a day's work.

Not even a forenoon's toil.

I never did like to diet on a plan of tightening my belt." "Anything for which the _caballero_ will ask shall be brought," replied Nicolas, with another bow.
"How about a steak, Tom ?" Harry asked, turning to his chum.
"Pardon, excellency, but we have no such thing here," Nicolas interposed, meekly.
"Eggs ?" Harry guessed.
"Excellency, we shall hope to have some eggs by to-morrow," "Harry, you idiot, why didn't you ask for mince pie and doughnuts, too ?" laughed Reade.
"Nicolas, my boy, the trouble with me," Harry explained, "is that chocolate and rolls will never hold my soul and body together for more than an hour at a time.

Chocolate and rolls by all means, but help us out a bit.

What can we call for that is more hearty." "There are _tortillas_ to be had sometimes," the servant answered.
"Also, sometimes, _frijoles_." "They both sound good," Harry assented vaguely.