"Thank you, Guppy," says Mr.
Jobling, "I really don't know but what I WILL take another." Another being brought, he falls to with great goodwill.
Mr.Guppy takes silent notice of him at intervals until he is half way through this second plate and stops to take an enjoying pull at his pint pot of half-and-half (also renewed) and stretches out his legs and rubs his hands.

Beholding him in which glow of contentment, Mr.Guppy says, "You are a man again, Tony!" "Well, not quite yet," says Mr.Jobling.

"Say, just born." "Will you take any other vegetables?
Grass?
Peas?
Summer cabbage ?" "Thank you, Guppy," says Mr.Jobling.

"I really don't know but what I WILL take summer cabbage." Order given; with the sarcastic addition (from Mr.Smallweed) of "Without slugs, Polly!" And cabbage produced.
"I am growing up, Guppy," says Mr.Jobling, plying his knife and fork with a relishing steadiness.
"Glad to hear it." "In fact, I have just turned into my teens," says Mr.Jobling.
He says no more until he has performed his task, which he achieves as Messrs.

Guppy and Smallweed finish theirs, thus getting over the ground in excellent style and beating those two gentlemen easily by a veal and ham and a cabbage.
"Now, Small," says Mr.Guppy, "what would you recommend about pastry ?" "Marrow puddings," says Mr.Smallweed instantly.
"Aye, aye!" cries Mr.Jobling with an arch look.