Well, Isaiah," he added, tartly, turning to the grinning "steward," "are them fried potatoes of yours real or just in your mind ?" "Eh?
Why--why they're right there on the stove, Cap'n Shad." "Want to know! Then suppose you put 'em on the table.

I'm hungry and I'd like to eat one more square meal afore somethin' else happens to finish me altogether.

By fire! if this ain't been a day! First that chair, and then that will and letter of Marcellus's, and then this.

Humph! Come on, all hands, let's eat supper.

I need somethin' solid to brace me up for tomorrow's program; if it's up to this, I'll need strength to last it through.