"Well, what shall I buy ?" said he, "I'm uncommon hungry." "I say," said East, stopping to look at him and rest his leg, "you're a trump, Brown.

I'll do the same by you next half.

Let's have a pound of sausages then.

That's the best grub for tea I know of." "Very well," said Tom, as pleased as possible; "where do they sell them ?" "Oh, over here, just opposite." And they crossed the street and walked into the cleanest little front room of a small house, half parlour, half shop, and bought a pound of most particular sausages, East talking pleasantly to Mrs.Porter while she put them in paper, and Tom doing the paying part.
From Porter's they adjourned to Sally Harrowell's, where they found a lot of School-house boys waiting for the roast potatoes, and relating their own exploits in the day's match at the top of their voices.

The street opened at once into Sally's kitchen, a low brick-floored room, with large recess for fire, and chimney-corner seats.