6. Serve in their jackets.
"I wonder how many Billy will eat," she thought, as she brought the basket. "I guess about—about—I don't know. He has an e-nor-mous appetite. I guess I'll cook a hundred."
"He'll never eat a hundred!"
Mary Frances looked around. Boiler Pan was climbing down from the closet shelf.
"Hello! How do you know?" asked Mary Frances. "You never saw him eat."
"Hear that! Hear that!" cried Boiler Pan. "As though I hadn't cooked potatoes before you were born. Eat a hundred? Why, I can't hold a hundred—so there!"
"Ho, ho!" said Mary Frances, "that must be so. How many can you hold?"
"Oh, about thirty, I guess," swelling with pride.