“What’s the first thing on the program?” asked Adrian, as he put the last touch upon his toilet.
“The first thing,” declared Billie emphatically, “is breakfast. I hope they have hot cakes and sorghum molasses.”
“Not a very fashionable dish,” laughed Donald.
“Hang the fashion,” replied Billie. “What I want is something that tastes good. How about you, Ad?”
“That’s me, too. But I think I prefer ham and eggs, sunny side up.”
“What are you fellows trying to do?” asked Donald, “increase my appetite?”
“No need of that,” laughed Billie. “I’ve never seen you when you couldn’t do justice to whatever is set before you; but hurry up.”
Five minutes later they were seated before a breakfast table that seemed to have been fixed for
their special benefit, for not only did the bill of fare contain ham and eggs, but hot cakes and syrup as well.
For several minutes they were too busy to talk, but finally Donald pushed back his chair with the remark that so long as he could get a breakfast like that, he didn’t care how long he stayed on the border.