Tad laughed merrily.
"Always a humorist, aren't you?"
"Except when I fall in somewhere," replied Stacy.
"How does the bread go?"
"Fine!"
"Aren't you glad you didn't eat it up back there in the hermit's cave?"
"Oh, I dunno. If I'd eaten it then, I wouldn't have to eat it now."
"Oh, Chunky, you're hopeless. I shall have to give you up——"
"What do you think has become of those ponies?" interrupted the fat boy.
"Guess they must have gotten away and gone home—at least one of them," answered Tad.