"Well, if we are all ready, I judge the dinner is.
Come, fall to."

Ah, well, it was immense; yes, it was a daisy. I
don't know that I ever put a situation together
better, or got happier spectacular effects out of the
materials available. The blacksmith--well, he was
simply mashed. Land! I wouldn't have felt what
that man was feeling, for anything in the world.
Here he had been blowing and bragging about his
grand meat-feast twice a year, and his fresh meat
twice a month, and his salt meat twice a week, and
his white bread every Sunday the year round--all
for a family of three; the entire cost for the year
not above 69.2.6 (sixty-nine cents, two mills, and
six milrays), and all of a sudden here comes along a
man who slashes out nearly four dollars on a single
blow-out; and not only that, but acts as if it made
him tired to handle such small sums. Yes, Dowley
was a good deal wilted, and shrunk up and collapsed;
he had the aspect of a bladder-balloon that's been
stepped on by a cow.

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