Ain't that enough?
There's plenty of stew if I wanted it, but I don't.

I never liked it any too well, an' to-day seems as if it fairly went against my stomach.

Set it down on the hearth the way I told you to, an' eat your dinner before it gets any colder." Jerome obeyed.

He ate his plate of stew; then his mother obliged him to eat another.

When Elmira returned she had her fill, and there was plenty left for Abel Edwards when he should come home.
Jerome, well fed, felt like another boy when he returned to his task in the garden.