“Dinner ready?” he called to a woman on the porch.
“All ready,” she answered.
“How did you order dinner here?” demanded Bennie.
“Radio,” the doctor grinned.
“He telephoned from the Ranger Station when he went for the car, you poor fish,” Spider said.
The two men and three boys washed up and went into the dining-room. There, on a table with a real cloth, was a huge dinner—steak, fried potatoes, green vegetables, hot biscuit, berries. They ate and ate, and when the food was gone the woman of the house reappeared bearing a huge lemon pie, with browned meringue three-quarters of an inch thick, all covered with little golden drops like honey.
“Wow!” yelled Dumplin’. “Lemon pie!”
“Oh,” sighed Bennie, “why did I eat so much steak!”
“I’ll take Bennie’s piece, then,” said Mr. Stone.
“I’d like to see you try!” Bennie answered.