“Ten apiece,” Jim answered.
“And we had to average ninety-five on four subjects to shake them off,” Bob added. “It’s a cruel world.”
“The world is a great little old place. It’s only the people in it, I mean some of them, who make it unpleasant,” Jim declared. “I can’t eat another mouthful.”
“This is my last,” Bob announced regretfully as he swallowed the bite of cherry pie. “That is, I mean the last for the time being.”
“All right, it’s a good thing you added that because you are not at home now and you don’t know where the pantry is located—”
“Don’t kid yourself. I ascertained the location yesterday afternoon, before I’d been here twenty minutes.”
“You would! Where was I?”
“Luxuriating in Champlain. I watched your fair form in the red bathing suit while I ate gingerbread and milk—”
“Humph, that’s nothing, I had some when I came in—four pieces and two glasses—cream on top. Come along—that is—is there anything we can do to help you, sir?”
“No, thank you, Jim. I have a couple of chore boys and if you helped they might think I do not want them any more. We want you to enjoy your stay in Vermont—”