"Why?" asked the Poker. "Do you?"
"Do I?" cried Tom. "Well, I guess. I don't do anything else."
CHAPTER X.
Home Again
"And now," said the Lefthandiron as the Flamingo flew off and left them to themselves, "it strikes me that it is time we set about having some supper. I'm getting hungry, what with the excitement of that ride, and the fact I haven't eaten anything but a bowlful of kindling wood since yesterday morning."
"I'm with you there," said Tom. "I've been hungry ever since we started and that snow on the moon whetted my appetite."
"Never knew a boy who wasn't hungry on all occasions," puffed the Bellows. "Fact is, a boy wouldn't be a real boy unless he was hungry. Did you ever know a boy that would confess he'd had enough to eat, Pokey?"
"Once," said Poker, "I wrote a poem about him, but I never could get it published. Want to hear it?"
"Very much," said Tom.