“And jam and jelly,” said Bob, “and a can of peaches.”
“And cheese,” continued Dan.
“And one egg,” said Nelson.
“Saved!” cried Dan. “Here’s three cans of corned-beef hash! Oh, yum, yum! Me for the corned beef!”
“Oh, we’ve got plenty of stuff here,” said Nelson cheerfully. “We’ll have some boiled potatoes and hash, tea, bread, cheese, and jam. What more could we want?”
“Well,” answered Dan, “far be it from me to throw cold asparagus on your menu, Nel, but it does seem that a tiny pat of butter would help a little, now doesn’t it?”
“Remember what Tom told you about your complexion,” said Nelson severely.
“I wonder if he’ll find any luncheon?” said Dan.
“Maybe he’s more concerned just now with breakfast,” said Bob. “As far as we know he hasn’t had that yet!”
“Poor old Tommikins,” muttered Dan. “And he so fond of eating, too! I really believe that if Tommy missed two meals in succession he’d die of starvation.”