No, no, my dear lady, do not look so alarmed.

I don't think he has eaten any, as he was taken to Queensland long before he could participate in such banquets.

He is a very decent animal." "A very dangerous one, I fancy," retorted Mrs.Jasher, who looked pale.
"Only when he loses his temper, and I'm always able to suppress that when it is at its worst.

You are not eating your meat, my dear lady." "Can you wonder at it, and you talk of cannibals ?" "Let us change the conversation to cereals," suggested Hope, whose appetite was of the best--"wheat, for instance.

In this queer little village I notice the houses are divided by a field of wheat.