And both were served at the meal. Motherly Mrs. Bentley laid
aside her motoring dust coat and marshaled the girls for the various
tasks to which she assigned them.

What a hubbub there was in preparing the feast!

Dick built two small fires for his own exclusive use. Tom built
two more, while Dan and Greg skirmished for more wood. Dr. Bentley,
his coat off and shirt sleeves rolled up, constructed a "warm
oven" with stones topped by a large baking tin. Then he built
another.

Dick fried the trout, while Dr. Bentley started low fires under
the two crude warming ovens. As fast as trout were fried they
were dropped into one oven, Tom's bass being dropped into the
other. Potatoes were boiling in one pot, tinned peas in another,
and tinned string beans in still another. Tinned pudding was
set in another pot of water to heat, while Mrs. Bentley made a
sauce, and the girls set the table and made the other necessary
preparations for the luncheon.

Presently the meal was ready, though the boys did not seat themselves
until they had seen their welcome guests served.

"Daddy," murmured Laura, "I don't blame you for regretting your
boyhood, if you had many trout feasts."

"How's the bass?" asked Tom, almost jealously.

"Just splendid," replied Laura, sampling her first fork full.