"Same here."
Another onslaught on the kettle, and its contents were emptied.
"I feel better," said Dave. "Oh ho, what comes next?"
"Home-made preserves," replied Bob; "open that box, Dick, and take out what you want."
Silence ensued for a few minutes. The Ramblers were busy.
At last, with a sigh of satisfaction, Dave pushed his plate away.
"Feel just like taking a doze, fellows," he said. "Don't wake me up."
"No, you're not going to turn in just yet," laughed Bob.
"What! Anything else on the programme?"
"Yes, the tin-pan brigade. Grab your plates and stuff. We clean up right after every meal."