In as few words as possible the young major told the particulars of the trouble with Josiah Crabtree and Pluxton Cuddle. Mr. Ford, Laura and Flossie listened with close attention.
“Well, if all this is true, I do not wonder at your running away,” said Rossmore Ford. “I rather think I should have run away myself.”
“Here are the pies, and some cakes and fresh rolls,” said Laura. “The pies are apple, lemon and cocoanut, and we hope you’ll like them.”
“Like them!” cried a dozen cadets in chorus. “Just you wait till you see us eat them!”
“We have only one lad here who doesn’t like pie,” went on Pepper, soberly. “That’s Paul Singleton. He——”
“Hi, you!” cried Stuffer. “I like pie as well as anybody, and you know it. Miss Ford, don’t you pay attention to what he says!”
“Maybe he wants all the pie to himself,” answered Flossie.
“We’d feel honored to have you take dinner with us,” said Jack to Mr. Ford, after consulting some of his chums.
“Oh, let us stay, papa! It would be such fun!” pleaded Laura.
“Yes! yes!” added her sister.