"My dear fellow, the Michigan peach crop is destroyed regularly every spring. Seem to be enough peaches by August, however."
They fell to on the lunch. When they had eaten all they could, there still remained enough to have fed four other picnics of the same size as their own.
Bobby remained not long cast down, however.
"Been at it, have you?" observed Captain Marsh after the irate parent had departed. "What was it this time?"
"I ate a piece of cake," replied Bobby.
"H'm! That doesn't sound very bad."
"It was Mrs. Owen's cake," supplemented Bobby.
"I see," said the Captain gravely in enlightenment. "What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to eat my lunch," Bobby informed him, showing the three bread-and-butter sandwiches.
"H'm. So'm I," said the Captain. "Better join me."