“Certainly not crocodile,” Mrs. Brewster replied. “Even if you and your father do say crocodile steaks are delicious. Ugh!” She gave a quick shudder.
Father and son looked at one another and smiled. They had had to eat crocodile on their Brazilian adventure when their food supplies had run short.
“What’s on the program this nice bright Saturday morning?” Biff’s mother asked, putting large portions of scrambled eggs and bacon before Biff and his father.
Before a reply could be made, Biff’s brother and sister, Ted and Monica, eleven-year-old twins, burst into the room.
“Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!” they shouted together.
“Gee, Biff, just think, tomorrow you’ll be on your way to Rangoon in Burma, to visit Uncle Charlie,” Ted said enviously.
“Wish I could go, too,” Monica chimed in.
“You! Why, you’re a girl,” Ted said derisively.
“Now, no arguments, you two,” Mrs. Brewster said. “Drink your orange juice. I’ll start your eggs.”
“How far from Indianapolis is it to Rangoon?” Monica asked.