“Oh, you fibber!” cried Harry. “I didn’t say anything of the kind, Dick! I’m so hungry—”
“That’s all right,” Dick replied. “No one ever believes Chub. Here you are, now; get busy. Pass your cups if you want coffee. Say, Roy, get the sugar, will you? I forgot it.”
“Oh, don’t we have the best things to eat!” sighed Harry presently.
“We sure do,” answered Roy. “Is there another egg there, Dickums?”
“Yes, there’s two each. Pass your plate.”
“I don’t want a second one,” Harry announced, “so some one can have it.”
“Thanks,” said Roy. “Much obliged, Harry.” Chub, who had opened his mouth, shut it again and looked disgustedly at Roy. He was silent a moment, while the others watched him amusedly, then:
“I know a good English conundrum about a lobster,” he announced gravely.
“All right,” said Dick. “Out with it; get it off your mind.”
“Why is Roy like a lobster?”