“You boys must be half starved,” he said, as they entered the living room of the lighthouse. “As I remember, you didn’t have anything when you started out except a few slices of bacon, and those wouldn’t go far with such a hungry crew as you are.”
“Guess again, Dad,” laughed Lester. “We didn’t exactly starve last night and this morning, did we, boys?”
“Um-yum,” assented Fred, “I should say not! Clam soup and fried bacon and broiled bluefish and hot coffee! Nothing more than that. And we didn’t do a thing to them, eh, fellows?”
“Not a thing!” chorused Bill and Teddy fervently.
Mr. Lee’s eyes twinkled.
“I’m afraid I’ve made an awful mistake then,” 71 he said soberly. “I thought you’d be nearly famished, and so I spread myself in getting up an extra good dinner. But of course, if you’ve had so many good things, you won’t want anything more and I’ll have to eat all alone.”
He threw open the dining-room door and savory odors issued forth.
“Lead me to it!” shouted Bill. The next moment there was a regular football rush, as the four laughing boys tried to beat each other to the table.