"A ten-year-ol' boy can't git in that suit of underwear onct you're done cookin' it," Pinkey explained, and added, disgustedly: "Wallie, don't you know nuthin'?"
Wallie looked his consternation.
"I'll know better next time," he said, humbly.
Pinkey consulted his watch and hinted:
"Don't you want me to make the bread?"
"No, I have some biscuit to warm over, we'll boil potatoes, thaw the cake out, open some pineapple, and with what I have in the oven we will have a dinner that'll be nothing short of a banquet."
"Great! I'm so hungry I could eat with a Digger Injun."
Wallie opened the oven door.
"They're browning beautifully!" he reported.
"Chickens?"