“Golly, nothing ever seemed so good at home!” declared Drummer, munching contentedly.
“I don’t think so much of beans,” struck in Ralph Plum. “I wouldn’t eat ’em home!”
“You aren’t home,” was Drummer’s retort. “What do you eat them here for?”
“There isn’t anything else, is there?” retorted Plum.
“I guess not,” replied Drummer. “Any time you don’t want your beans you just let me know, Ralph.”
The little fellow, Tom Clayton, sat close beside Ted as they ate and Ted smiled down into his serious face. “How are you enjoying it, Tom?”
“Great!” was the answer. “I’m glad I could come along, Mr. Thorn!”
“So am I,” agreed Ted. “We’ll have a lot of fun out of this camping trip. You won’t get homesick, will you?”
“No, I guess not,” was the slow answer. “I’ve only been away from home once before this, but I guess I won’t be homesick. Anyway, if I do, I won’t let these fellows see it, because they’ll kid me about it!”
“That’s the spirit!” approved Buck.