“She has all she needs, I’m thinkin’,” said Ethan. “If ye don’t know, I shan’t tell ye. I understand all four o’ you boys are goin’ to college, an’ when ye get there I’m thinkin’ some o’ those Latin or Greek books’ll tell ye all about it.”
At last the dinner apparently was finished, and with a sigh Bob rose from his seat.
“This has been a great treat, Ethan,” he said. “If Delmonico or the Waldorf-Astoria can do better, I’ve yet to learn it.”
“There’s one thing they can’t furnish,” said Ethan.
“What’s that?”
“The appetite. It takes this river and the air to furnish that.”
“That’s so; though I hadn’t thought of it.”
“Hold on,” said Ethan, quickly. “We aren’t done yet. Tom, you go down to my skiff an’ bring up those pies an’ things in the box under the back seat. Be quick, lad, or the appetite’ll get away from these boys.”
“Poison things? What do you mean, Ethan?” laughed Bob. “Aren’t you satisfied with feeding us in this way? Don’t you want the trouble of rowing us back to camp?”