David Copperfield . self. Its a pudding, I made answer. Pudding ? he exclaimed. WTiy, bless me, so it is ! What!looking at it nearer. You dont mean to say its a batterpudding I Yes, it is indeed. Why, a batter pudding, he said, taking up a table-spoon, ismy favorite pudding! Aint that lucky ? Come on, httle un, andlets see wholl get most. The waiter certainly got most. He entreated me more than onceto come in and win, but what with his table-spoon to my tea-spoon,his dispatch to my dispatch, and his aj^petite to my appetite, I wasleft far behind at the first mouthful, and had no chance with hi
David Copperfield . self. Its a pudding, I made answer. Pudding ? he exclaimed. WTiy, bless me, so it is ! What!looking at it nearer. You dont mean to say its a batterpudding I Yes, it is indeed. Why, a batter pudding, he said, taking up a table-spoon, ismy favorite pudding! Aint that lucky ? Come on, httle un, andlets see wholl get most. The waiter certainly got most. He entreated me more than onceto come in and win, but what with his table-spoon to my tea-spoon,his dispatch to my dispatch, and his aj^petite to my appetite, I wasleft far behind at the first mouthful, and had no chance with never saw any one enjoy a pudding so much, I think; and helaughed, when it was all gone, as if his enjoyment of it lasted still. Finding him so very fi-iendly and companionable, it was then thatI asked for the pen and ink and paper, to write to Peggotty. Henot only brought it immediately, 1)ut was good enough to look overme while I wrote the letter. When J had fiaished it, he asked mawhere T was going to
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