After that he had a turn at roast pork and apple sauce, and after that a cabinet pudding and some Gorgonzola cheese.

He was very anxious to have some beer, like the professor, or some wine, like the lady; but I put my foot down there, and let him have lemonade instead.

You should have seen people stare at him! The professor glared as if he was a rum animal.
"Your brother ?" said he.
"Not exactly," said I.
"Uncommon appetite.

Would you mind telling me in the morning what sort of night he had?
I shall be curious to know." The lady glared too, chiefly because the kid had sprinkled her silk dress with melted butter, and pork gravy and lemonade.

He caught her eye once, and said out loud to her-- "Our cat's called Flossy; what's your cat called ?" The lady turned away; whereupon the kid began his cheek again.
"That lady," said he to me and the company at large, "has got a nice dress and a nasty face.