"What a lot it would take for all of us!" said Meg, cheerfully
attacking the bread loaf.
"We're only children--let us be thankful for this nice thick bread
and this abundance of melting butter," said Judy, in a good little
tone.
Pip pushed his chair back from the table.
"I'm going down to ask for some roast fowl," he said, with a look
of determination in his eyes. "I can't forget the smell of it,
and they'd got a lot on the table--I peeped in the door." '
He took up his plate and proceeded downstairs, returning presently,
to the surprise of everyone, with quite a large portion on his plate.
"He couldn't very well refuse," he chuckled. "Colonel Bryant
is there; but he looked a bit mad here, Fizz, I'll, go you halves."
Judy pushed up her plate eagerly at this unusually magnanimous
offer, and received a very small division, a fifth part, perhaps,
with great gratitude.
"I just LOVE fowl," said Nell longingly; "I've a great mind to go
down and ask for a wing--I believe he'd give it to me."
These disrespectful children, as I am afraid you will have noticed,
always alluded to their father as "he."
Nell took up another plate, and departed slowly to the lower
regions.
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