“Badly? Did you sprain it?”
“Well, I don’t think it’s actually sprained,” answered Chub cautiously, “but it’s too badly hurt to allow me to hold a potato-knife.”
“Oh!” said Harry indignantly, as the others laughed. “I thought you meant it.”
“For that,” said Roy, “we’ll make him peel them all, eh, Dick?”
“Every last one,” replied Dick sternly. There was no answer from Chub for a moment. Then he observed casually, apparently addressing his remarks to Snip:
“I was reading somewhere the other day that the most healthful way in which to eat potatoes was with the bark on.”
“Bark!” ridiculed Harry.
“We had them that way last night,” said Dick. “To-day they’re to be peeled; and you’re going to peel them. So come along.”
“I wonder,” muttered Chub as he arose and followed the others along the beach, “why it is I always have to do most of the work. I suppose I’m too good-natured and obliging. Woe is me!”