"Nothing down here is open at
this time."
"I'm not sleepy," said Leonore, "but I am so hungry!"
"Serves you right for eating no din--" Watts started to say, but Leonore
interjected, in an unusually loud voice. "Can't you get us something?"
"Nothing; that will do for you, I'm afraid," said Peter. "I had Dennett
send up one of his coffee-boilers so that the men should have hot coffee
through the night, and there's a sausage-roll man close to him who's
doing a big business. But they'll hardly serve your purpose."
"The very thing," cried Watts. "What a lark!"
"I can eat anything," said Leonore.
So they went over to the stands. Peter's blanket was spread on the
sidewalk, and three Newport swells, and the Democratic nominee for
governor sat upon it, with their feet in the gutter, and drank half-bean
coffee and ate hot sausage rolls, made all the hotter by the undue
amount of mustard which the cook would put in. What is worse, they
enjoyed it as much as if it was the finest of dinners.
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