Simon raised his finger to summon the waitress. "We'll have some more cakes," he ordered grandly, "and be sure to have the ham and eggs kept hot. Two more plates of cakes."
"No—no!" gasped Uncle Ezra, almost over-turning his cup of coffee.
"Do you want three plates?" asked the girl, turning to him.
"I—er—no—of course, not," stammered the old man. "I never eat 'em. They give me indigestion, and then I have to pay a doctor's bill. I was just going to say——"
He looked appealingly from Guy to Simon and from Simon to Guy. The lads winked at each other.
"Queer what an appetite I've got," murmured Simon. "I didn't know I was so hungry."
"Me either," added Guy. "Do you think another plate of cakes will be enough?"
"Well, I don't know——"
"It's all you'll git!" snapped Uncle Ezra, quickly. "Do you think I'm going to pay—I mean you'll have indigestion something terrible," he finished, for he saw that the pretty waitress was looking sharply at him.
"Oh, well, I guess with one more stack of the buckwheats and with the ham and eggs and another cup of coffee we can make out," conceded Simon, and the second plates of cakes were brought.