“And some bread and jam,” said Fleet, smacking his lips.
“Who ever heard of bread and jam for breakfast?” asked Tom.
“I have,” asserted Fleet.
“That’s on the lunch or dinner bill of fare,” said Pod.
“No; it’s on the Fleet Kenby bill of fare,” said that worthy, “and that means any time of the day or night the spirit moves me.”
“Fleet’s right,” said Chot. “When it comes to eating, he moves both day and night. Why, I’ve known him to wake up in the night with a craving for pickles.”
“Wish I had a pickle now,” said Fleet.
“Oh, you do?” said Chot. “Well, there happens to be a bottle in your canoe. We’ll open it.”
“Why—er—never mind,” said Fleet. “I—I think I’d rather save the pickles for later in the day.”
“Bluffer!” cried Pod.