I'm afraid you came down too soon, Dr.Moonshine." "Afraid I did.

Wish I was 'the man in the South.' I'd like to 'burn my mouth' on a little 'cold plum porridge.'" "Haven't any for you; but I'll give you a lunch.

What say to omelettes and coffee ?" "Excellent," said Dr.Moonshine, reviving.
"Exquisite," drawled my lady.
"_Exquit_," quoth Fly.
"Only there isn't any coffee," said Mother Hubbard, going to the cupboard.
"Call it tea," said the doctor, "and hurry up." "No, chocolate is better.

How do you make chocolate ?" said the landlady, turning to her cook-book.
"I don't know, and don't care," fumed the doctor.

"Baked in a _slow_ oven, most likely, with a top crust.