"Oho!" laughed Chuck. "You won't, eh? Well," he added, "I don't mind sitting here all day. I'm real comfortable."
At this moment there came a knock at the door and before either of the boys could answer Father Brown entered.
"What's up?" he inquired.
"Toad hit me in the face with a wet sponge while I was asleep," explained Chuck, "and he's going to give me something for it."
"Then why are you sitting on him?" asked Father.
"Because he says he won't," replied Chuck with a grin.
"I suppose you'll have to pay up Thomas," laughed Father. "Anyway, I hope you'll both be down to breakfast soon," he added—"before all the cakes are gone. I've a terrible appetite this morning," and with these words he left the room.
"Do you give up now?" asked Chuck.
"No, sir," persisted Toad.
"Remember what he said about the cakes. They'll be hot ones with lots of maple syrup," teased Chuck.