“That won’t deprive us of a swim, will it?” asked some of the anxious campers.
“Why no, but I do not think we ought to shout or dance or do the noisy or boisterous things that are permissible on a week-day.”
“Let’s discuss it later. I am having such a fine time with this breakfast at present,” said Zan, munching a mouthful of delicious camp-biscuit.
“So say we all of us,” laughed Jane, eyeing the platter that was in Fiji’s hands. It held two fish-cakes and she was keen for one of them.
“These fish-cakes made of the left-over fish of yesterday and that steamed brown rice, are the finest I ever tasted,” remarked Fiji.
“Well, for pity’s sake take one and pass the other this way,” ordered Jane, losing patience as she saw Fiji compare the two to help himself to the larger one.
“I wanted the one left,” ventured Jack, teasingly.
“I’m the oldest, Jack, and so I have first choice!”
Everyone laughed at the twins as they generally argued this point of the hour’s difference in age, when it was a question of one obeying the other.
“You may be oldest but I am handsomest, and besides I have always been delicate. The doctor told Mom to give me more fish!” retorted Jack.