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The lieutenant nodded a stolid assent. 'Will you have one, Nutter? cried Toole. 'No, said Nutter. 'And why not? says Toole. 'Why, I believe Tom Rooke's song in praise of oysters, answered Nutter, 'especially the verse "The youth will ne'er live to scratch a gray head, On a supper who goes of Welsh rabbit to bed."
The gasolene wagon had driven away and the boys felt more confident with full lockers and gasolene tanks. "We're ready for a night's rest and a long cruise," declared Tom, as the boys sat down to a supper of fried fish, sweet potatoes and coffee. A bone from the nearby butcher shop had been provided for Rowdy who lay upon a newspaper spread in a corner of the cabin, munching in peace.
And she was pale and thoughtful, too, while they were having their frugal supper of bread and milk; and very soon, pleading fatigue, she retired. But all the same, when Mr. White went upstairs, some time after, he had been but a short while in his room when he heard a tapping at the door. He said "Come in," and his daughter entered.
"Yes, sir," said Beany, and added earnestly, "I wish they had it to jump at. Here is your corner." He skipped out of the car, and when the colonel went in to the big office building, Beany stood on the curb and looked around him. Beany was tired and dirty and pale through the grime. He had had no supper. He was low, very low in his mind. All that talk about college again. Hang it!
'Well, are we never going to have supper? said madame, impatiently; and with that we all moved towards the folding doors. There had been little formality in the proceedings so far, and there was less still in the supper-room. Böhme resumed his repast with appetite, and the rest of us sat down apparently at random, though an underlying method was discernible.
He was standing before the dying fire, surrounded by its genial light, as his guests withdrew. Near him, just touched by the firelight, were the crumbs of their supper and the stately old bottle which had given its bouquet to the room.
The green man did not answer; he affected to be engrossed in a most serious conversation with the friend he had brought with him into the supper room, a shabby individual who carried a guitar. But Bouzille was not to be put off, and suddenly he exclaimed, with perfect indifference to what his neighbours might think: "I know: you are the tramp who was arrested with me down there in Lot!
I was never in a storm. Are they terrible?" "A storm is nothing," said Jan, "when you get used to them. But will we go in to supper?" They went in. The boat was now outside the harbor and pitching slightly. She did not eat much and at length laid down her knife and fork." "Sea-sick?" asked Jan. "No. I must be too frightened to be sea-sick." "Frightened of what?" "Of him."
Her aunt almost forced her to take a little supper, and then she went instinctively and naturally to that room which had always been a place of refuge, but which now was the chamber of death. She turned up the light that she might look at the dear, dear face. How calm and noble it was in its deep repose! It did not suggest death only peaceful sleep.
Sometimes on a Sunday evening the ministers of the Baptist chapel would come in to supper after the meeting. The elder was a silver-haired old man, who loved me; and I loved him, too, for there were always lollipops in his pocket for me and for my only sister Susan. The other was a younger man, tall and dark.
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