By this time they were in a ravenous condition. The tiffin, taken at Haarlem, had served only to give them an appetite, and this had been heightened by their exercise and swift sail upon the canal.
"Come, mine host! Give us what you can!" cried Peter rather pompously.
"I can give you anything--everything," answered Mynheer Kleef, performing a difficult bow.
"Well, give us sausage and pudding."
"Ah, mynheer, the sausage is all gone. There is no pudding."
"Salmagundi, then, and plenty of it."
"That is out also, young master."
"Winter eggs are VERY poor eating," answered the innkeeper, puckering his lips and lifting his eyebrows.