“Quite a merry gathering!
     
     What’s that? Tea! No thank you! A little red wine, I think, for me.”
“And for me,” said Thorin. “And raspberry jam and apple-tart,” said
Bifur. “And mince-pies and cheese,” said Bofur. “And pork-pie and
salad,” said Bombur. “And more cakes-and ale-and coffee, if you don’t
mind,” called the other dwarves through the door.
     “Put on a few eggs, there’s a good fellow!” Gandalf called after him,
as
     the hobbit stumped off to the pantries. “And just bring out the cold
chicken and pickles!”
     “Seems to know as much about the inside of my larders as I do myself!”
thought Mr. Baggins, who was feeling positively flummoxed, and was
beginning to wonder whether a most wretched adventure had not
     By the time he had got all the bottles and dishes and knives and forks
and glasses and plates and spoons and things piled up on big trays, he
was getting very hot, and red in the face, and annoyed.
     “Confusticate and bebother these dwarves!” he said aloud. “Why don’t
they come and lend a hand?” Lo and behold! there stood Balin and
Dwalin at the door of the kitchen, and Fili and Kili behind them, and