"I'm so hungry," apologized Colburn, mournfully. "I'm always hungry.
I eat to fill up, not 'cause I like it. I could eat anything."
"I believe he could," said Wilkins, who overheard this conversation.
"Could you eat fried cat, now?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Colburn, honestly. "There would be something hearty
and filling about fried cat. I ain't half full now."
It was just after dinner.
Hector might have said the same thing at the end of his first
dinner. There was, indeed, another course. It consisted of some
pale, flabby apple pie, about half baked. The slices given were
about half the size of those that are ordinarily supplied at private
tables and restaurants. Hector managed to eat the apple, but the
crust he was obliged to leave. He noticed, however, that his fellow
pupils were not so fastidious.
When the last fragment of pie had disappeared, Mr. Smith again rang
the hand bell.
"Boys," he said, "we have now satisfied our appetites."
"I haven't," thought Hector.
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