“Do you ever have any crackers?”
“You mean, do I ever eat any biscuits?” asked the steward, with a smile.
“No, I mean crackers! And I mean do you ever give hungry boys some?” went on Bunny.
“Oh, I see what you mean!” laughed the man. “We call them biscuits in England where I came from. But over here, in the States, I believe they call them crackers. So you want a biscuit, my little man?”
“I’d like some crackers, yes, thank you,” said Bunny.
“Well, the pantry steward, Mr. Jobson, is getting out some sweet cakes and biscuits for dinner this evening. He is in number two storeroom, down that passage,” and the man pointed. “If you go there and ask him, I’m quite sure he’ll give you a cake of some sort.”
“Thank you,” replied Bunny. “I’ll go ask him.”
The steward who was setting the tables pointed out the way Bunny was to go—first to the end of the passage, then down a flight of steps, and then he would find himself in the storeroom corridor. He was to walk along that until he saw an open door. This would be storeroom number two and Mr. Jobson would be in there.
Thanking his new friend again, Bunny set off. He went first to tell Sue he would get her a cookie. Then he found his way to the storeroom corridor and proceeded along a somewhat darkened passage until he saw light streaming out from an open door.
Bunny reached this open door and looked in. He could see on the shelves many cans of food and packages of crackers and cakes. But he saw nothing of Mr. Jobson.