"Oh, never mind, Miss," said the tramp; "I ain't been chooser for mony a day—and this 'ere homelet, or whatever it is, will be all right, all right,"—and he hungrily began to eat.
"It seems to be made out o' nothin'—and yet it is powerful good," said he between bites, as it fast disappeared, much to Mary Frances' delight.
"It's made out of beaten eggs," said she. "First, you take the eggs and break the shells, and put the yolks in one bowl and the——"
"Why, Miss, I know what made it flounder."
"Flounder? Flounder? 'Flat as a flounder,'" thought Mary Frances—"he means flatten."
"What?" she asked eagerly.
"Why, the breeze! The cool air plays the——"
"Mary Frances!"
"Mary Frances!"
"Mary Frances!"