“Eat!” broke in Jerry, with a smile. “I can easily guess that was what you were going to say, Chunky.”
“Well, I was, but——”
“Oh, no offense,” put in Jerry, hastily. “I feel so much better, from having told you fellows, that I think I can eat a bit myself.”
“Who made the offer to your mother?” asked Ned. “That is, if it isn’t a secret,” he added, quickly.
“Oh, no,” answered Jerry. “The offer came from the Universal Plaster Company of New York.”
“Well, then, I don’t wonder she’s suspicious of anything that comes from New York!” broke in Bob. “There are more swindlers in that town than anywhere else in the world.”
“That’s because it’s such a big town,” observed Ned, deprecatingly.
“No, it isn’t either,” insisted the stout lad. “I got stung there once myself. I saw an advertisement of how to double your money, and, as I was short, I sent on the dollar bill they asked.”
“Did you learn how to double your money?” asked Ned, chuckling.
“Yes,” replied the fat youth, shortly. “They sent back word to fold it lengthways, and it would be doubled all right. Talk about a bunch of swindlers! Tell your mother to be on her guard, Jerry.”