“The Japs are the only people on earth who could have thought of such a pretty device. Isn’t it delightful, Herc?”
“Humph, sounds to me like they were washing dishes or using their knives and forks. It’s just the noise our mess makes at dinner. That reminds me, I’m awfully hungry.”
“We’ll have something to eat when we go back. Come on now and let’s see what’s going on.”
They advanced toward the temple, but suddenly Herc stopped.
“Look, Ned! Look there!”
Under a cherry tree in the full glory of its blossoms was an odd-looking figure carved out of some sort of dark wood. Under the feet of this idol, for such it plainly was, Herc had beheld an elaborate feast spread out. There was fish, meat, and cakes of all kinds and a big jar of water.
“Gracious, Ned, a regular table de hotey! I’m so hungry I could eat the whole thing, idol and all. What do you suppose it is there for?”
“As a peace offering to that idol, I suppose. Come on.”
But Herc lingered.
“Hist, Ned,” he exclaimed with shining eyes. “I’ve a notion that here is where I get a snack.”