“You haven’t got any bread and butter and jam you could spare, have you, Mary?”
“Sure there’s lots of it,” was the answer. “Though it’s not long since I cleared off the breakfast things. Will I bring two plates?”
“Have some, Jerry?”
Jerry tried to struggle between wanting some of the good jam he knew would be brought out, and his desire to maintain his attitude against eating so soon after the morning meal. Bob watched him, and laughed.
“Of course you will, Jerry,” he said. “Bring two plates, and plenty of jam.”
“Seen Ned since last night?” asked Jerry, as he spread the jam on his bread.
“Nope, but he’s coming over this afternoon, and we were going out in the boat,” replied Bob, hardly pausing between the bites. “Want to come?”
“Speak of trolley cars and you’ll hear the gong,” remarked Jerry, as he looked out of the window and saw Ned Slade across the street. Ned observed his chums at the same instant and came over.
“At it again, Chunky?” he asked, as he saw the refreshments. “How many meals so far to-day?”
“Help yourself,” replied Bob, not bothering to defend his character.