“Looks as if a whirlwind had passed this way,” remarked Mouser.
“I never enjoyed a meal so much,” said Pee Wee.
“Well, you’re certainly a judge,” laughed Fred. “When you say a meal’s the limit you know what you’re talking about. And this time I agree with you.”
“I’m glad you liked things,” put in Mrs. Wilson. “It does me good to see the way you boys eat.”
“I’m afraid you wouldn’t make much money if you had us as steady boarders,” smiled Bobby.
“Come right back to the living room and get yourselves warm as toast before you start out again in this wind,” urged their hostess.
“We’d like to ever so much,” replied Bobby. “But I guess we’d better be getting along. Perhaps that snow plough will get down sooner than we thought, and everything’s been so good here that I’m afraid perhaps we’ve stayed too long already.”
They wrapped themselves up warmly, and then Bobby as spokesman turned to their hostess.
“How much do we owe you?” he asked, taking out his pocketbook, while the others prepared to do the same.
“You don’t owe me a cent!” declared Mrs. Wilson with emphasis.