“You can cook an elephant’s foot the same way,” said Blake, seemingly appropros of nothing in particular, as the boys and girls were walking up from the lake shore to the grocery at the Point.
“Kindly elucidate,” suggested Natalie.
“I was thinking about the clayed chicken,” Blake explained. “I read somewhere that they do elephant’s feet the same way.”
“I should think it would hurt the elephants,” remarked Marie innocently.
“They don’t do it until the beasts have passed beyond all pain and suffering,” went on Blake. “Really, it’s said to be a delicious dish.”
“We’ll have it for breakfast,” declared Jack. “Phil, kindly get an elephant for our camp-cook.”
“At once, your majesty,” replied Phil, with a mock bow.
The girls spent some time buying needful supplies, as did the boys, for their stocks had run low. There were some chickens to be had, a farmer having brought in some fresh ones, and the girls decided to let the boys experiment with the clay method of cooking one.
“But I’ll fricassee the other to make sure of having a meal,” declared Mrs. Bonnell with a laugh.
It was just as the girls were getting ready to go back in their two boats, and the boys were yet lingering in the store, that Natalie uttered an exclamation.