"I'se here, sar," he said.
"So our eyes have already told us, Daniel," chuckled Jack.
"An' de dinner am ready."
"A fact which our olfactory nerves have also perceived," remarked Bob, with a smile. "Dave—I say, Dave—dinner!"
"Wonderful thing what a few simple words like that will do," said Sam, as the stout boy sprang up with remarkable alacrity.
His round face beamed forth good nature; a whimsical light deepened in his eyes.
"That's a dandy! And just as I finished my beauty nap, too. Booney—"
"Yes, Mistah Dave."
"Is there plenty of those sweet potatoes and nice corn pone?"
"Yessir!"