“Same here,” spoke Tom.
“You’d never know it, from the way you acted,” put in Frank.
“Tom is always worst when he’s quietest,” remarked Andy. “Well, now for a good feed. Let’s cut through here, hop a car, and get to Kelly’s quicker.”
“Go ahead, we’re with you,” announced Chet, and soon the lads were in the “eating joint,” as they called it.
“Broiled steak with French fried potatoes, Adolph!”
“Yah!”
“I want an omelet with green peppers!”
“Liver and bacon for mine!”
“Ham and eggs! Plenty of gravy!”
“Yah!”