He had no great cause to "buck up," his share of the boiled leg would be very small indeed and entirely knuckle, the Professor holding that the knuckle end was not fat-producing.
"It's Jane's birthday this day week, an' little Mat'll be two year old the day after.

I was wonderin' if I could get a day off t' visit me fam'ly ?" said Matty.
"And fat up over-eating yourself," said Thunder.

"Not much, my boy!" Matty groaned.

"I give you me word I'd eat nothin' but ship's biscuit," he pleaded.
"Poor old Bony," said the Egyptian Mystic.

"It's a pity your missus ain't a bit of a freak, so as we could have her along.