"How do you feel, Phil?" asked Arthur.
"I feel pretty hungry."
"What did you have for supper?"
"Two thin slices of bread and a cup of tea."
"I guess we'll find something in the pantry at our house," said Arthur, "unless Rob's got out of bed and eaten it up."
By ten o'clock the ladder was replaced and the several boys were safe at home.
Arthur was as good as his word. He got out some bread and butter, some cold meat and a glass of milk, and Philip made a hearty meal.
"I haven't had as good a supper for a long time," he said with a deep sigh of satisfaction.
"That's why you're so skinny. If we had you here we'd soon fat you up. Now are you ready to go to bed?"
"Yes, Arthur. How kind you are to me."