THE QUARREL, 157

The dinner-table that day presented an
unusual display of luxuries. Instead of
rolls of suet pudding, the usual homely
fare on Wednesdays and Fridays, the
board groaned beneath a goodly array of
cherry-pies, which sent forth an odour,
which, as Seymour remarked to his neigh-
bours, was grateful to the senses of the
expecting boys, as the savour of the per-
fect hecatomb was said, in their morning
lesson, to have been to the nostrils of the
cloud-compelling Jupiter. Indeed, as Sey- .
mour further remarked, they had a decid-
ed advantage over the king of gods and
men, seeing that the savour of the pies was,
to them, but a preliminary pleasure to the
more substantial one which was to follow;
whereas, the less fortunate cloud-compeller
was fain to content himself with the odour
of his hecatomb, in default of a more