“Nothing.”
“As usual,” laughed George. “Where’s the food?”
“Right here,” exclaimed Grant. “Let’s see you get rid of it.”
No second invitation was needed and it was not long before every crumb and morsel that Grant had prepared had disappeared.
“Let’s get started,” exclaimed George. “All the food is gone so there is no point in staying around here any longer.”
“You’re right, Pop,” laughed John. “I say we go too.”
A few moments later the two canoes emerged from the little harbor and started out across the lake, headed northward. Grant and Fred occupied one of them while George and John paddled the other.
“I’m glad you’re not in my canoe, Fred,” called George gayly. “Small as you are, I’d soon get tired of paddling you around all day.”
“Is that so?” snorted Fred. “Well, you’re not half as glad as I am for I know that I’d be the one that would have to do all the work and you’re too big and fat to make the work pleasant.”
“They’re at it again, String,” laughed Grant. “What shall we do with them?”