Judy looked at him for a moment, and a lump came in her throat.
"Well, it seems so much better to laugh over our troubles than to cry. Don't you think so, Tommy?" she said, wistfully, and tears welled up into her brave eyes.
"Oh, don't cry, Judy," begged Tommy, who felt that all the world would grow dark if Judy's staunch heart should fail. "Don't cry, Judy." She brushed away her tears and smiled at him. "Well, get up, lazy boy," she said.
"I'm hungry."
"Well, go and hunt for something to eat."
"Don't know where to look."
"Neither did Robinson Crusoe."
"Oh, well, what are you going to do?"
"Watch for some one to come and take us off."
It began to be exciting. If Tommy had not been so hungry, he really believed that he might have appreciated the adventure. But his soul yearned for hot cakes and maple syrup, or beefsteak and waffles—or at least for plain bread and butter.