"You might milk into our hats," said Julius.
"I've got a thimble in my pocket," said Sarah Ketchum.
"Do stop your nonsense," said Constance; "it's a very serious question—a life and death matter. We're a company of Crusoes."
But the boys couldn't stop their nonsense immediately. Dick remarked that if the cow had not licked out the jelly-bowl and then kicked it to pieces it might have been utilized. Then some one remembered a tin water-pail at the wagon. This was brought, and Bob soon had it two-thirds filled with milk. Then the question arose as to how they were all to be served with just that quart-cup and two spoons. They were to take turns, two eating at a time.
"I don't want to eat with Jule," Dick said. "He eats too fast."
The young people paired off, leaving out Bob. Then they all looked at him in a shame-faced, apologetic way.
"You needn't mind me," said Bob, interpreting their glances. "I don't want to heat with none of you. I've got some wittals down to the wagon."
"Why, what have you got?" said Sarah Ketchum. She felt cheap, and so did the others.
"Some boiled heggs and some happles and some raw turnups," said Bob.
Eight mouths watered at this catalogue. Sarah [Page 519] Ketchum whispered: