_Corpore sanum_ is our motto, you know.

Ha, ha! What do you think I heard one of the day louts call it?
_Corpore sanorum_!" "Ha! ha! ha!" shrieked we.
"Ho! ho! ho!" shrieked the Urbans.
In the midst of which hilarities we produced our provender (greatly to the relief of our pockets), and fell to.

The operation evidently did not pass unheeded by the other side.
"I say, Flitwick," cried some one, "do you know what Philosophers eat ?" "No; what ?" "I never knew till just now.

Inky bread and cold bacon-fat sandwiches, or else sherbet, if their tongues are long enough to reach to the bottom of the bottles." "Have some of this fizzing pork pie, Jones ?" asked Coxhead ostentatiously.
"Thanks.

You have some of my sardines," replied I.
"Rummy name for a chap, Sarah, isn't it ?" said the voice of the captain's fag opposite.