“I could do it if there was a ham sandwich at the end of it,” said Nelson.
“Hunger has driven him daffy,” explained Dan sadly.
“Well, there’s no use staying here,” said Bob impatiently.
“Oh, I don’t know. Might as well die here as anywhere,” answered Nelson.
“Wasn’t it your father, Dan, who said the beauty about Long Island was that the towns were near together and we could get good accommodations easily?” asked Tom.
Dan made no answer.
Suddenly a noise startled them. At the end of the porch stood a boy of sixteen in an old blue shirt and faded overalls. He was plainly surprised to see them, and stood looking at them for several seconds before he spoke. Finally,
“Hello!” he said.
“Greetings,” answered Dan. “Will you kindly send the head waiter to us?”