hen you can
torment the Macaronies[45] by telling them they don't know anything
about fine eating," said Dapper, after gulping it down.

[Footnote 45: The derisive term "Macaronies" was applied to ladies and
gentlemen who had visited Italy, and who upon returning to England
aped foreign customs in the matter of dress.]

Lord Upperton ate one, smacked his lips, and testified his enjoyment
by clearing his plate.

"I dare say, my lord, that you find many amusing things here in the
Colonies," remarked Mrs. Adams.

"Indeed I do. Yesterday, as I was smoking my pipe in the tap-room of
the Admiral Vernon, a countryman stepped up to me, and said, 'Mister,
may I ax for a little pig-tail?' I told him I didn't keep little pigs
and hadn't any tails. I presumed he would find plenty of 'em in the
market."

Lord Upperton was at a loss to know the meaning of the shout of
laughter given by the company.

"The bumpkin replied if I hadn't any pig-tail, a bit of plug would do
just as well for a chaw."

Again the laughter.

"I expect I must have made a big bull, but, 'pon my soul, I can't make
out where the fun comes in."

"He was asking you first for pig-tail tobacco for his pipe, and then
for a bit of plug tobacco for chewing," Mrs. Adams explained.

"Oh ho! then that is it! What a stupid donkey I was," responded Lord
Upperton, laughing heartily. "He wasn't at all bashful," he continued,
"but was well behaved; asked me where I was from. I told him I was
from London. 'Sho! is that so? Haow's King George and his wife?' he
asked. I told him they were well. 'When you go hum,' said he, 'jes
give 'em the 'spec's of Peter Bushwick, and tell George that Yankee
Doodle ain't goin' to pay no tax on tea.'" Lord Upperton laughed
heartily. "I rather like Peter Bushwick," he said. "I'd give a
two-pound note to have him at Almack's for an evening. He'd set the
table in a roar."

"My lord, shall I give you some cranberries?" Miss Newville asked, as
she dished the sauce.

"Cranberries! What are they? I am ashamed to let you know how ignorant
I am, but really I never heard of 'em before. Do they grow on trees?"

She explained that they were an uncultivated fruit, growing on vines
in swamps and lowlands.

"'Pon my soul, they are delicious. And what a rich color. Indeed, you
do have things good to eat," he added, smacking his lips.

"I trust you will relish a bit of wild turkey," said Mr. Newville, as
he carved the fowl.

"Wild turkey, di