“I don’t believe there is,” replied the foreman. “I’d be glad to give you a place if I had one, but I can’t. Do you like cheese?” he asked.
“I’m quite fond of it,” answered Jack.
“Come in and I’ll give you some that’s nice and mild,” went on Mr. Martin. “Want t’ take some home, Ferd? Your daddy likes it. It’s full cream, and it’s just right.”
“Sure,” replied Jack’s new friend.
The two boys went into the cheese room, which smelled quite appetizing. The foreman gave them each large portions of cheese, wrapped in paper.
“This will help out on my meals,” thought Jack.
“Wait a minute,” called Mr. Martin, as the boys were about to leave. “There’s suthin’ that allers goes with cheese. Can ye guess what it is?” he asked.
“Crackers?” replied our hero questioningly.
“Crackers is one thing, an’ apple pie’s another. My wife put me up a lunch this mornin’ an’ I guess she thought I must have a terrible appetite. I’ve got more’n I want.”
He went to a closet and came back with some crisp crackers, and two large pieces of pie, which he insisted that the boys take.