Dip in, folks.

Get started.
Help yourselves.

This ain't no saciety tea." The food was passed along and each Rider helped herself from platter and pan, and every plate was heaped under the observant eyes that were glaring through the big horn-rimmed spectacles to see that each person helped herself to liberal portions.
Exclamations were heard all around the table when the girls had tasted of the smoked venison.

Hippy, however, was too busy to talk or exclaim unless he were forced to do so.
"Lieutenant, did ye et like that when ye was chasin' the flyin' Dutchmen in France ?" demanded Joe.
Hippy nodded.
"It's a eternal wonder ye didn't fall down then." "I couldn't.

I lived on angel food most of the time, and, after a while, I could fly.