"Yes, I do. Sit down!" cried the miserly old man. "Oh, dear! boys have such terrible appetites. You may bring me a very small cup of weak coffee," he said to the waitress, who seemed amused at something.
"It's all the same price," she stated.
"What? Haven't you any cheap cups—any at half price?"
"No."
Uncle Ezra groaned, and, while he sipped his beverage, he kept a watchful eye on the well-filled plates of Simon and Guy. They were doing hearty justice to the meal they ordered.
"Pretty good cakes they have here; eh, Guy?" mumbled Simon, pouring some maple syrup over the last brown one on his plate.
"Fine! yes," agreed his crony.
"What do you say to another helping before we tackle the ham and eggs?"
"I don't mind."