To have indeed
A lot of things
One does not need.
Observe my doleful-plight.
For here am I without a crumb
To satisfy a raging turn
0 what an oversight!"

As he was indulging in these melancholy reflections he came round
a bend in the road, and discovered two people in the very act of
having lunch. These people were none other than Bill Barnacle,
the sailor, and his friend, Sam Sawnoff, the penguin bold.

Bill was a small man with a large hat, a beard half as large as his
hat, and feet half as large as his beard. Sam Sawnoff's feet were
sitting down and his body was standing up, because his feet were
so short and his body so long that he had to do both together.
They had a pudding in a basin, and the smell that arose from it
was so delightful that Bunyip Bluegum was quite unable to pass on.

"Pardon me," he said, raising his hat, "but am I right in
supposing that this is a steak-and-kidney pudding?"

"At present it is," said Bill Barnacle.

"It smells delightful," said Bunyip Bluegum.

"It is delightful," said Bill, eating a large mouthful.

Bunyip Bluegum was too much of a gentleman to invite himself to