"True, doctor," remarked Jen, keeping his eyes fixed upon the swart face of the other, "and is that all you have to say?",
"Dinner, one small lean chop, slice of toast, spinach or lettuce salad. No dessert or sweet." My poultry-yard is full of fat little chickens, and I wish I were a sheep if I have to eat lettuce and spinach for grass. At least I'd have more than one chop inside me then.,
"How perfectly heavenly!" exclaimed Patricia, with rapture. "I wish I'd been there to hear it.".
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