to pieces it might have been utilized. Then some one remembered a
tin water-pail at the wagon. This was brought, and Bob soon had it
two-thirds filled with milk. Then the question arose as to how they
were all to be served with just that quart-cup and two spoons. They
were to take turns, two eating at a time.

"I don't want to eat with Jule," Dick said. "He eats too fast."

The young people paired off, leaving out Bob. Then they all looked at
him in a shame-faced, apologetic way.

"You needn't mind me," said Bob, interpreting their glances. "I don't
want to heat with none of you. I've got some wittals down to the
wagon."

"Why, what have you got?" said Sarah Ketchum. She felt cheap, and so
did the others.

"Some boiled heggs and some happles and some raw turnups," said Bob.

Eight mouths watered at this catalogue. Sarah Ketchum whispered:

"For a generous slice of turnip,
I'd lay me down and die."

"I don't keer for nothing but a hegg and a happle, myself," said Bob.
"May be you folks would heat the hother things. There's a good lot of
happles."

The eight protested that they could do with the milk and bread, but