“That means that I’ll have to come up again and get it, then.”
“Oh, no, sir. We’ll deliver it for you at the school. Just take it down with our launch.”
“Well, then I guess I’ll have a name on it,” replied Jeffrey. “And I’ll let you know in about an hour.”
So they left matters that way and went back to their canoes for the luncheon basket. With this in hand they started out to find a suitable place to eat and at last succeeded, discovering a sunny nook a little way down the river where a row of willows shut them off from the observation of the people in the passing canoes. Mrs. Hazard had provided liberally. There were sandwiches galore, tongue, ham and lettuce; a thermos bottle filled with coffee that was as hot when Hope poured it into the drinking cups as when it had been put into the bottle; another thermos filled with milk; a dozen hard-boiled eggs; much cake and some bananas. Poke heaved a sigh of contentment as Hope and Jim spread the contents of the basket out on two napkins.
“Great!” he said. “There’s as much as I can eat there. I wonder, though, what the rest of you are going to do.”
“We’ll show you in a minute,” said Gil. “All gather around, ladies and gentlemen. Who wants milk and who wants coffee?”
“I,” said Poke promptly.
“Well, which?”
“Both, please.”
“You’ll not get both. Which do you want, Hope?”