He ate voraciously, smacking his lips, breathing hard, now and then eructing with frank energy and satisfaction.
"My stummick's gassy right smart this year," he observed after a huge gulp of coffee.

"Some says the heavy rains last spring put gas into everything, but I dunno.

Maybe it's Keziah's cooking.

I hope you'll do better.

Why, you ain't eatin' nothin'!" "I'm not hungry," said Susan.