Moss leaned over her mother, offering her a glass of sherry. - I do not need, thank you, dear, maybe drink a drop of Billy? Moss had not refer to his wife as Seth intervened: - Maybe this will improve her appetite! The little girl eats smaller birds, lunch time is dinner time, despite ... - He glanced at Billy and embarrassed silence. Billy blushed painfully, feeling the paint fills her face up to the hair roots. Moss said: - Billy, you have a poor appetite? Do not you know that I should eat for two?