"Yes; that's what I said."
"I like that! I have a good notion to apologize by painting the other eye the same color," growled Teddy.
"But, what does all this mean?" urged Phil, looking about him, still a bit dazed.
"It means that we fellows wanted to give you and Teddy a little supper. It isn't much, but there are sandwiches and cookies and pie and lots of other stuff that you'll like."
"Cookies?" interrupted Teddy, his face relaxing into a half smile.
"Yes."
"We knew you wouldn't come, so we planned to kidnap you both and bring you over here by main force. After we eat supper we'll have a little entertainment among ourselves. Walter is going to sing—"
"What's that? Walt going to sing?" demanded Teddy, halting on his way to inspect the table.
"Yes."
"Then I'm going, right now!" answered the lad, turning sharply and heading for the door.