Melissa, my dear, you will find hall the delicacies of the season in
these 'ere parcels, and I defy hanybody to show a finer turkey than is
in that basket. Wot say, Watson?"
"Fit to set before the King," said Watson with great pride in his
voice.
"Wherefore I say 'Long Live the King,'" said Diggs, bowing elaborately
before Mr. Bingle, whose eyes were shining as he went forward to shake
hands with his old servants.
"God bless my soul, I--I--I thank you, gentlemen," he murmured. "But,
I say, wouldn't it be better to serve some of these things to-night,
before the children go away? What dif--"
"Yes, yes!" shouted the children.
"Begging your pardon, Mr. Bingle," said Diggs firmly, "but it is not
to be thought of, sir. This dinner is for you, and not a morsel is to
be served until to-morrow noon. These 'ere kids will 'ave their little
stomachs crammed full all day to-morrow and we hinsists that yours
won't be if we don't keep a pretty firm hand on you to-night, sir.
Take the things out in the kitchen, Watson, and--and 'ide 'em safe.
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