Yet they continued to pour in, jostling, pushing, and elbowing one another, each trying to shout louder than his comrades, "Hola! hola! House! house!--Give us to eat! Give us to drink!" with frightful oaths and curses.
"Good sirs, a moment's patience, and you shall be waited on," cried my terrified aunt.
"To Jericho with your patience! We wait for nobody.

I decide for this poulet," said one, taking it up hot in his hands, and bawling because they were burnt; "dress two dozen more--cook all you have in the poultry-yard, or we will cook you." "I claim my share of that poulet," says one.
"Why not have one apiece ?" said another.

"Who would make two bites of a cherry?
He has gnawn off all the best mouthfuls already.

Come, be quick, mistress housewife! Where are the cellar keys ?" "I've mislaid them, good sirs," said the poor terrified woman.
"We'll kick the door open, then.

Here's a ham! here are two hams! Ha! ha! ham is good--we will heat the copper and boil them." "No, slice them and fry them," says another; "they take too long to boil.