“Umph! You ought to have tasted that! Billy went over to Islesboro in his launch and shot five red squirrels. We skinned and broiled them for breakfast and maybe they weren’t good!” said Fred, abetting the younger boys.
“What else did you have?” queried Elizabeth.
“Fred baked some pancakes and we ate, and ate, and ate!” asserted Paul, looking at his companions.
“I never saw any one eat so much as they did, except at our clam-bakes,” said Fred.
“Well, maybe you baked the pan-cakes but Mose was there to advise and start that breakfast going!” asserted Trixie.
“Who told you so?” cried a number of voices.
“We just went over to get something Elizabeth wanted from the Island and you were all gone to Adamses for milk. Mose told us about the squirrels and the funny mistakes you boys made while experimenting on them. And he told us of the towers of pancakes you boys made way with, too.”
“Do you know, we haven’t had our annual clam-bake yet?” hastily declared Billy.
“That’s so! As soon as mother comes home we must try and get it started,” added Fred.
“Oh, Trix, we have the most wonderful time at these bakes!” exclaimed Billy, rolling his eyes and patting his stomach.