“Circulate the olives, somebody!”
“Who’s holding those cocoanut macaroons?”
“Somebody’s got a mortgage on the chocolate cake!”
“Say, but this is a good feed, Chunky!”
Thus came the comments, mostly in whispers, though now and then a laugh would break out which would be quickly hushed.
“Smells good, Chunky,” said Bill, when the stout lad took the cover off the chafing dish.
“I hope it is,” Bob remarked, carefully inspecting his concoction. “I guess it’s done.”
“Then hurry up and dish it out and we’ll beat it,” Bart said. “I don’t want Frank to get suspicious.”
Bart and Bill were served with the chicken pie and were about to begin eating, when there came a knock on Jerry’s door.