He had laid them on the counter before his father, who, without saying a word, commenced his repast: the beef disappeared--the bread vanished--the porter-pot was raised to his mouth, and in a moment it was dry! "Never made a better dinner, Newton," observed Nicholas: "but I wish there had been a little more of it." Newton, who had only been a spectator, immediately went out for another supply; and on his return assisted his father in its demolition.
"Newton," said Nicholas, who for a few minutes had relinquished his task, "I've been thinking--that--I should like another slice of that beef! and Newton, as I said before--I'll trouble you for the porter!".