The four groaned in unison.
“We haven’t had anything since seven o’clock,” said Nelson.
“You ain’t?” The youth became instantly sympathetic. “Well, ain’t that too bad?”
The question scarcely seemed to demand an answer and so received none. The youth in the overalls frowned deeply.
“Well, now, look here,” he said finally. “Me an’ dad lives back here in the barn and looks after the farm. We ain’t got much, but if some bread and butter and milk will do, why, I guess——”
The four threw themselves upon him as one man.
“Bread!” shouted Dan.
“Butter!” cried Nelson.
“Milk!” gurgled Tommy.
“Lead the way!” said Bob.