"Well, no," laughed Nan.
"I don't like to have pigs mentioned when I am eating my sixth biscuit," said Carter. "Just leave them out of the conversation, will you? till to-morrow."
"I promise," said Nan, "because when you put it that way I have a fellow feeling myself. Oh, but I was hungry."
"I am still," said Carter, reaching for a sandwich. "I believe I was hollow all the way down to my boots. Are you shocked, Miss Helen?"
"Not a bit of it. Don't you suppose I know how young things eat?"
"Young things!" scoffed Carter. "Is thy servant a colt or a calf?"
"I must be a robin," declared Nan, "I forget how many times its own weight a young robin can eat in the course of twenty-four hours."
"Let's just eat and not talk about it," said Mary Lee.
"Good!" cried Carter. "That's the most sensible remark yet. I second the motion. Tell us some more about Jo Poker, Mary Lee."
"I've told you everything, I believe. He doesn't seem to be an ignorant man, for he knows about all sorts of things and tells you of them in such an interesting way."