Springwheat, in the hearty
way these hospitable fellows welcome everybody.
'Yes, I will,' replied Sponge, turning to the sideboard as though it were
an inn.' That's a monstrous fine ham,' observed he; 'why doesn't somebody
cut it?'
'Let me help you to some, sir,' replied Mr. Springwheat, seizing the
buck-handled knife and fork, and diving deep into the rich red meat with
the knife.
Mr. Sponge having got two bountiful slices, with a knotch of home-made
brown bread, and some mustard on his plate, now made for the table, and
elbowed himself into a place between Mr. Fossick and Sparks, immediately
opposite Mr. Spraggon.
'Good morning,' said he to that worthy, as he saw the whites of his eyes
showing through his spectacles.
'Mornin',' muttered Jack, as if his mouth was either too full to
articulate, or he didn't want to have anything to say to Mr. Sponge.
'Here's a fine hunting morning, my lord,' observed Sponge, addressing
himself to his lordship, who sat on Jack's left.
'Here's a very fine hunting morning, my lord,' repeated Sponge, not getting
an answer to his first assertion.
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