However，menalwaysthinktheyknowbest。There！Getdownstairs，littlebago\'bones。\'Withthis，theundertaker\'swifeopenedasidedoor，andpushedOliverdownasteepflightofstairsintoastonecell，dampanddark:formingtheante-roomtothecoal-cellar，anddenominated\'kitchen\'；whereinsataslatternlygirl，inshoesdownatheel，andblueworstedstockingsverymuchoutofrepair。
\'Here，Charlotte，\'saidMr。Sowerberry，whohadfollowedOliverdown，\'givethisboysomeofthecoldbitsthatwereputbyforTrip。Hehasn\'tcomehomesincethemorning，sohemaygowithout\'em。Idaresaytheboyisn\'ttoodaintytoeat\'em——areyou，boy?\'
Oliver，whoseeyeshadglistenedatthementionofmeat，andwhowastremblingwitheagernesstodevourit，repliedinthenegative；andaplatefulofcoarsebrokenvictualswassetbeforehim。
Iwishsomewell-fedphilosopher，whosemeatanddrinkturntogallwithinhim；whosebloodisice，whoseheartisiron；couldhaveseenOliverTwistclutchingatthedaintyviandsthatthedoghadneglected。IwishhecouldhavewitnessedthehorribleaviditywithwhichOlivertorethebitsasunderwithalltheferocityoffamine。ThereisonlyonethingIshouldlikebetter；andthatwouldbetoseethePhilosophermakingthesamesortofmealhimself，withthesamerelish。
\'Well，\'saidtheundertaker\'swife，whenOliverhadfinishedhissupper:whichshehadregardedinsilenthorror，andwithfearfulauguriesofhisfutureappetite:\'haveyoudone?\'