"I don't want to spoil your dinner," Juliet had answered, with her mouth
full. "Can't you see I'm eating, too? We don't want to be impolite when
we're invited out, and eat too much."
"You've been reading the etiquette book," remarked Romeo, with unusual
insight, "and there's more foolish things in that book than in any other
we've got. When we're invited out to eat, why shouldn't we eat? They may
have been cooking for days just to get ready for us and they won't like
it if we only pick at things."
"Maybe they want some left," Juliet replied, brushing aside the crumbs.
"I remember how mad Mamma was once when the minister ate two pieces of
pie and she had to make another the next day or divide one piece between
you and me."
"I'll bet she made another. She always fed us, and I remember that the
kids around the corner couldn't even have bread and molasses between
meals."
On the way to the dining-room, Juliet drew her brother aside and
whispered to him: "watch the others, then you'll be sure of getting the
right fork."
"Huh!" he returned, resentfully, having been accustomed to only one fork
since he and Juliet began to keep house for themselves.
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