AND now we will go back and see what the Chums did while the family was at the church.
After they had watched the bridal party out of sight, they jumped through the cellar window and running up the cellar stairs, they found to their joy that in the hurry the family had forgotten to shut the cellar door. So all they had to do was to walk into the kitchen. As they did so, the delicious odor of roast chicken, spiced ham, salads, jellies and untold goodies reached their nostrils. And there in the oven, all ready to be served, were the chicken and mounds of mashed potatoes whipped until they looked like heaps of snow they were so feathery and white, while beside them were dishes of candied sweet potatoes and pans of peas, turnips, and beets. On another table were extra wedding cakes, some covered with chocolate icing and others with white icing with English walnuts sprinkled on top, and piles of nut cakes and little spice cakes. On another were salads, jellies, salted nuts, sweet pickles, sour pickles and red preserves, while between these dishes were plates heaped high with all kinds of sandwiches so daintily made that they would melt in one’s mouth.
“My! Oh, my! Did you ever see so many good things all at one time in your life?” said Stubby. “They have enough to feed a regiment. We could all eat our fill and then they would have plenty left, but I think it would be a mean thing to do, especially after all the trouble the bride has gone through to-day. It would nearly kill her to come home and find all her wedding supper messed up. Besides, we shall find plenty of scraps to more than fill us up when they are through eating. And we can get them without any trouble whatever for they will set pails full of the scraps outside the door for Spot and the Saint Bernard puppy.”
“I think you are right, Stubby,” said Button and all the others agreed it would be a shame to touch the things.
“Yes, I know,” replied the puppy, “but I am so dreadfully hungry and these things smell so good, I wish I could bite just one chicken wing.”
“Oh, no! Then they would know that someone had been here.”
“Look! See what I have found!” meowed Spot.
They all looked and over in one corner of the kitchen under the table was a big pail heaped full of scraps and good things to eat.
“Come here!” meowed Spot. “We can eat all this for this is the pail that holds the scraps they feed to the pigs.”