Well, that's one good thing, he
ain't dainty. Some boys turn up their noses at plain, wholesome
diet. I didn't know but he might."
Presently the hand bell rang again, and the soup plates were
removed. In their places were set dinner plates, containing a small
section each of corned beef, with a consumptive-looking potato, very
probably "soggy." At any rate, this was the case with Hector's. He
succeeded in eating the meat, but not the potato.
"Give me your potato?" asked his left-hand neighbor.
"Yes."
It was quickly appropriated. Hector looked with some curiosity at
the boy who did so much justice to boarding-school fare. He was a
thin, pale boy, who looked as if he had been growing rapidly, as,
indeed, he had. This, perhaps, it was that stimulated his appetite.
Afterward Hector asked him if he really liked his meals.
"No," he said; "they're nasty."
He was an English boy, which accounted for his use of the last word.
"You eat them as if you liked them," remarked Hector.
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