"L-l-look at all the s-s-silverware!" Hildebeest whispered to her son.

"Yeth, there ith a lot of it. The man at the table in the back is headed thith way, Mumthy."

"Oh, g-g-good," said Hildebeest as she tucked a handful of silver spoons into the carpetbag that she carried everywhere.

"Thall I go thee what he'th got to eat?"

"Yes, d-d-dear," answered Hildebeest as a fistful of knives follwed the spoons into the satchel. "I'll just t-t-take a c-c-couple of these p-p-plates back t-t-to our table.

"I'll be there in a minute," he whispered and sidled off toward the vacant table in the rear.