Who should come in at that moment, with a steaming coffeepot, but the Widow Cahill.
"Are you in this, too?" Teddy demanded.
"I am afraid I am," laughed Mrs. Cahill. "The boys needed some grown-ups to help them out."
"You're no friend of mine, then. I'll—"
"But you are going to have some of those molasses cookies that I told you I baked for you—"
"Cookies? Where?" exclaimed Teddy, forgetting his anger instantly.
"Help yourself. There they are."
"It isn't much of a spread," apologized the president. "We have a little of everything and not much of anything—"
"And a good deal of nothing," added Teddy humorously.
"Everybody eat!" ordered Mrs. Cahill.