The Junior Classics, Volume 6: Old-Fashioned Tales
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The Junior Classics, Volume 6: Old-Fashioned Tales
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Meantime a sad riot had arisen in the dining-room, where the boys
called loudly for their tea; and the young ladies drew their chairs
all round the table, to wait till it was ready. Still nothing
appeared; so everybody wondered more and more how long they were to
wait for all the nice cakes and sweetmeats which must, of course, be
coming; for the longer they were delayed, the more was expected.
The last at a feast, and the first at a fray, was generally Peter
Grey, who now lost patience, and seized one of the two biscuits, which
he was in the middle of greedily devouring, when Laura returned with
Harry to the dining-room, and observed what he had done.
"Peter Grey," said she, holding up her head, and trying to look very
dignified, "you are an exceedingly naughty boy, to help yourself! As a
punishment for being so rude, you shall have nothing more to eat all
this evening."
"If I do not help myself, nobody else seems likely to give me any
supper! I appear to be the only person who is to taste anything
to-night," answered Peter, laughing; while the impudent boy took a cup
of milk, and drunk it off, saying, "Here's to your very good health,
Miss Laura, and an excellent appetite to everybody!"
Upon hearing this absurd speech all the other boys began laughing, and
made signs, as if they were eating their fingers off with hunger. Then
Peter called Lady Harriet's house "Famine Castle," and pretended he
would swallow the knives, like an Indian juggler.
"We must learn to live upon air, and here are some spoons to eat it
with," said John Fordyce. "Harry! shall I help you to a mouthful of
moonshine?"
"Peter, would you like a roasted fly?" asked Frank Abercromby,
catching one on the window. "I daresay it is excellent for hungry
people,--or a slice of buttered wall?"
"Or a stewed spider?" asked Peter. "Shall we all be cannibals, and eat
one another?"
"What is the use of all those forks, when there is nothing to stick
upon them?" asked George Maxwell, throwing them about on the floor.
"No buns!--no fruit!--no cakes?--no nothing!"
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