Come Along Inside... We'll See If Tea

Onion Sauce! Onion Sauce!

It Seemed A Place Where Heroes Could Fitly Feast After Victory, Where Weary Harvesters Could Line Up In Scores Along The Table And Keep Their Harvest Home With Mirth And Song, Or Where Two Or Three Friends Of Simple Tastes Could Sit About As They Pleased And Eat And Smoke And Talk In Comfort And Contentment.

There Is Nothing - Absolutely Nothing - Half So Much Worth Doing As Simply Messing About In Boats.

Weasels--and Stoats--and Foxes--and So On. They're All Right In A Way--i'm Very Good Friends With Them--pass The Time Of Day When We Meet, And All That--but They Break Out Sometimes, There's No Denying It, And Then--well, You Can't Really Trust Them, And That's The Fact.

Badger Hates Society, And Invitations, And Dinner, And All That Sort Of Thing.