When the pie was gone, everybody sat back and sighed with content.
“That pie was almost as wonderful as Mount Jefferson,” Bennie declared.
“And it didn’t make me dizzy,” said Dumplin’.
“It’s the kind Mother made,” said Mr. Stone.
“Gosh, I wish my mother could!” Spider exclaimed.
“It was a good pie,” said the doctor, “but don’t forget you’ve lived on camp fare for a week. It would have seemed pretty good if it hadn’t been as good as it was.”
“Don’t try to run that pie down, Billy,” Mr. Stone declared. “I will defend that pie with my last breath.”
“All I can say is this——” Bennie began impressively.
“Yes?” the rest prompted.
“I am satisfied with Oregon,” he finished.