The man thought a minute.
"Back there a little way," he says, "I crossed something that looked like a trout stream. Is it a trout stream?"
"Sure," says Joe and I together.
"How long," says the man, "would it take that boy there to bring in a small catch?"
"My!" I says, "he can do that quicker'n a cat can lick his eye. Can't he, Joe?"
"Very well," says the man. "We will have brook trout for breakfast. Make a lemon butter for them, please, and use good butter. With that bring us some toast, very thin, very brown and very hot, with more good butter. Have you some orange marmalade?"
"Sure," says Joe, "but it costs thirty cents a jar; I open the whole—"
"Some orange marmalade," says the man. "And coffee—I wonder what that good woman there would say to letting me make the coffee?"
"Her? She'll do whatever I tell her," says Joe. "But we charge extra when guests got to make their own coffee."