You haven't had any dinner, I'll be bound!" "No; I could not eat." "Nor supper ?" "No: I never thought of it." Mr.Parmalee got up, and was out of the room and hanging over the baluster in a twinkling.
"Here you, Jane Anne!" Jane Anne appeared.
"Fetch up supper and look sharp--supper for two.

Go 'round the corner and get us some oysters and a pint of port, and fetch up some baked potatoes and hot mutton chops--and quick about it." "Now, then," said Mr.Parmalee, reappearing, "I've dispatched the slavery for provisions, and you've got to eat when they come.

I won't have people living on one meal a day, and wishing they were in heaven, when I'm around." "I will do whatever you think best, Mr.Parmalee," she said, humbly.
"You have been very good to me." "I know it," said Mr.Parmalee.

"I always do the polite thing with your sex.

My mother was a woman.