I would really have provided something more.—No, no, replied Joe, it is very well we can make shift well enough and I am very glad you have got a plumb pudding, with all my heart, for I am fond of all sorts of pudding —What then, says one of the gentlemen, won't you taste the veal, Sir?—I believe not, replies Joe, it is but a hungry sort of food, I had rather stay for the pudding. The rest of the company having had but a very final share of the beef, and now ⟨almost⟩ ended the veal, when the pudding made its appearance; and the landlord going to take of the small remnant that was left, Joe, who had fixed his Argus eyes upon it, stabs ⟨his⟩ fork fast into it, crying out, ⟨hold⟩ landlord, you shall not say but ⟨I'll⟩ taste it however, else perhaps you ⟨may⟩ be affronted, and when I am gone ⟨say⟩ I was nice, and could not eat ⟨roast⟩ veal.—So there was the third dish emptied, and all the company was most amazed, and (illegible text) at Joe, as tho' ⟨he⟩ had been the greatest prodigy in nature.—But here Joe, being a ⟨little⟩ cloyed called for a bumper of red wine
