"'Course, if we wanted to, but that won't be supper for Gail and Faith when they get home all tired out."
"Well, then, can't we cook a supper?"
"What?"
"Why—potatoes and—"
"Eggs, I s'pose you'll say. I'm tired of eggs. If we don't stop having them so often, we will all turn into Humpty-Dumpties. S'posing we were eggs and had to walk and act so careful or else get smashed. 'Twouldn't take long to finish me, would it? I don't want eggs for supper. Let's have rice."
"Is there any?"
"A whole sackful."
"Do you know how to cook it?"
"Why, in water, of course, just like mush or oatmeal, only it takes longer to get soft."
"Then maybe we better put it on to boil now. How much shall we cook?"