“No, thank you.”
“I will,” said Peter.
Mary Ann supplied his wants, though not with as good a grace as she would have done for his companion.
“I guess you’ll have some pie?” she suggested, to Andy.
“Thank you.”
A liberal slice of apple pie was put on his plate. Andy would have preferred a clean plate, as sausages and apple pie do not go well together, but he did not care to be so particular.
The pie was good, also, and our hero, whose appetite was of that kind sometimes described as “healthy,” felt that he was getting his full money’s worth. As for Peter, he ate as if he were ravenous, and, not being engaged in conversation, like Andy, was able to give his undivided attention to the subject in hand.
“How are you gettin’ on, young men?” asked Mrs. Simpson, as she passed through the room.
“Bully!” mumbled Peter, whose utterance was somewhat impeded by the half section of apple pie which he had thrust into his mouth.
“Your daughter is taking excellent care of us,” said Andy.