"Say lady, it's eleven o'clock. Can't we have that hand-out?" cried Bob Evans.
"Not yet. Why you've only been working an hour!" exclaimed Bet indignantly. "Who ever heard of such a thing!"
"Let's strike!" Phil dropped his paint brush and settled himself in an easy chair. "No hand-out, no more work!"
"That's right!" agreed Bob, capturing another chair.
"Oh you terrible boys! We might as well do it ourselves if we've got to stop every hour and feed you. There's nothing ready yet anyway." Bet frowned on her friends.
But just at that moment Uncle Nat appeared with two very large hampers and Bob and Phil each secured a basket.
"Now who's to say when?" laughed Bob. "Who's boss now, answer me that?"
"We are in the power of two tyrants who won't work!" said Kit dramatically.
"Take that back, Kit Patten, or you'll not get a bite of lunch. Say you're sorry!" teased Phil.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll take it back!" laughed Kit.