She didn't seem to want any supper, but Nate did and had it, a good one.

Galileo, the cat, came yowlin' around, and Nate kicked him under the sofy.

Phillips Brooks was howlin' starvation in the woodshed, and Scudder let him howl.

If he starved to death Nate wouldn't put no flowers on his grave.

Take it altogether, he was havin' a fairly good time.
"And when, later on, he set alone up in his room over the kitchen, he begun to have a better one.