[CHAPTER XXVII]
THE ROOTERS INSIST
Word was quietly passed around that another feast was to be given by the three chums, and invitations to it were eagerly looked for.
“That Chunky sure does know how to get up an eat-fest,” said Gene Flarity. “Too bad the last one was spoiled.”
“Oh, it wasn’t exactly spoiled,” observed George Fitch. “We had most of the stuff put away inside us when the proc came in. But I don’t think any one will squeal this time.”
“If they do, and it proves to be Frank, he ought to be run out of college,” declared Gene. “It’s a shame the way he snubs those fellows.”
“So it is,” agreed George. “Well, we’ll hope for the best.”
“And we’ll get it, if Chunky has the ordering of the eats,” chuckled Gene. “He was telling me he was going to make a chicken pie in that electric chafing dish.”
“Good!” exclaimed George. “Chunky is sure some little cook!”