I remember how curiously the boy eyed me as he said to my new friend: "Captain Moody wants to know if you'll come up to dinner ?" There was a note of dignity in the reply which was new to me, and for that reason probably I have always remembered it.
"Please present my thanks to the Captain and tell him that I expect to go up to Lickitysplit in the town of Ballybeen." He dipped some porridge into bowls and put them on a small table.

My eyes had watched him with growing interest and I got to the table about as soon as the porridge and mounted a chair and seized a spoon.
"One moment, Bart," said my host.

"By jingo! We've forgotten to wash, and your face looks like the dry bed of a river.

Come here a minute." He led me out of the back door, where there were a wash-stand and a pail and a tin basin and a dish of soft soap.

He dipped the pail in a rain barrel and filled the basin, and I washed myself and waited not upon my host, but made for the table and began to eat, being very hungry, after hastily drying my face on a towel.