“Not much danger of that, Davie,” returned Wyn. “And you know we agreed to stop at Ware’s Island for lunch.”
“Oh, I wish that was right here!” grunted a voice from the rear, where Tubby Blaisdell was paddling away with almost as much splashing as a small side-wheel steamer.
“My goodness, boy!” cried Ferd Roberts. “You’re not hungry so soon, are you?”
“Soon?” repeated Tubby, with disgust “It’s so long since breakfast that I’ve forgotten what I had to eat.”
“What do you want to eat, Tubby?” asked Frank, giggling.
“Not particular. Anything–from a marshmallow cake to a tough steak,” grunted the fat boy.
“Tubby wouldn’t be as particular as the grouchy gentleman who went into the restaurant out West and ordered a steak,” chuckled Dave. “After the waiter brought it the customer tried his knife on it and then called the waiter back.
“‘Say!’ he objected. ‘This steak isn’t tender enough.’
“‘Not tender enough, stranger?’ returned the cowboy waiter. ‘What d’you expect? Want it to hug an’ kiss yer?’”
When the laugh on Tubby had subsided Professor Skillings said, with a twinkle in his eye: