Weller,’ says he, a-squeezing my hand wery hard, and vispering in my ear⁠—‘don’t mention this here agin⁠—but it’s the seasonin’ as does it. They’re all made o’ them noble animals,’ says he, a-pointin’ to a wery nice little tabby kitten, ‘and I seasons ’em for beefsteak, weal or kidney, ’cording to the demand. And more than that,’ says he, ‘I can make a weal a beefsteak, or a beefsteak a kidney, or any one on ’em a mutton, at a minute’s notice, just as the market changes, and appetites wary!’ ”