“Then I’ll put that on. We’ll have plenty.”
They bustled about and almost before they knew it Janet was out on the porch announcing that lunch was ready.
The Hardys sat on one side of the table and the Thornes on the other, the conversation shifting back and forth. The pile of sandwiches dwindled rapidly, tea cups were refilled two and three times and Henry Thorne was noticed taking at least two slices of the thick, delicious chocolate cake. John Hardy accused him of taking three slices, but this he denied strenuously.
“If I’m to be accused of eating three slices of cake, I’m going home,” he announced. “And I won’t be back until there’s more cake.”
“I’ll get up early and bake a fresh one. It will be ready by noon,” said Janet’s mother.
“That’ll be just about the time I’m getting up. Come on folks. We’ve got to get some sleep tonight.”
Goodnights were said quickly and with Henry Thorne in the lead, the visitors departed for their home.
Janet helped her mother clear away the dishes. It was too late to wash them and they were hastily stacked in the sink.
“How do you think Henry looks?” asked John Hardy coming into the kitchen.
“He’s too tired and looks like he’s been going on nervous energy for simply days,” replied Janet’s mother.