“This is splendid,” declared the guardian, her face aglow with pleasure. “But we do not deserve so much. You have robbed yourselves. Where did you get them?”
“Of a farmer,” replied George promptly.
“You must take most of them for yourselves, boys,” urged Miss Elting. “We simply could not eat half of all that lot.”
“No. They are all for you. We have plenty. Besides, you’ll find some of them aren’t good, but out of the lot you may be able to get enough for breakfast.”
“We can eat all night if nethethary,” announced Tommy. “Maybe we can eat them all before we go on to-morrow.”
“One melon apiece will be quite enough for us, my dears,” reproved Miss Elting. “Won’t you join us in our feast, boys?”
The young men shook their heads.
“They’re yours,” replied the captain, his eyes on Harriet as he said it. “I brought you some salt, too,” he added, drawing a piece of newspaper from his pocket. “Perhaps you like salt on your melons.”
“You are very thoughtful,” smiled Miss Elting. “I think we have salt. How about it, Jane?”
“We have a whole bag of it.”