I thought I must appear to be eating it, and it slipped out from under my fork and flew into the dish of preserved cherries.
We had strawberries.

I am very partial to strawberries and cream.

I got a saucer of the berries, and was looking about for the cream when Miss Smith's mother, at my right hand, said: "Mr.Flutter, will you have some _whip_ with your strawberries ?" Whip with my berries! I thought she was making fun of me, and stammered: "No, I thank you," and so I lost the delicious frothed cream that I coveted.
The agony of the thing was drawing to a close.

I was longing for the time when I could go home and get some cold potatoes out of mother's cupboard.

I hadn't eaten worth a cent.
Pretty soon we all moved back our chairs and rose.