'Thank you, sir,' he says.

'The second breakfust is at half-past twelve, sir,' an' out he put.

Wa'al," David continued, "the bread an' butter was all right enough, exceptin' they'd fergot the salt in the butter, an' the coffee was all right; but when it come to the egg, dum'd if I wa'n't putty nigh out of the race; but I made up my mind it must be hard-b'iled, an' tackled it on that idee.

Seems t' amuse ye," he said with a grin, getting up and helping himself.

After swallowing the refreshment, and the palliating mouthful of water, he resumed his seat and his narrative.
"Wa'al, sir," he said, "that dum'd egg was about 's near raw as it was when i' was laid, an' the' was a crack in the shell, an' fust thing I knowed it kind o' c'lapsed, an' I give it a grab, an' it squirtid all over my pants, an' the floor, an' on my coat an' vest, an' up my sleeve, an' all over the tray.