"Why, does a minister eat more than other folks?" asked Freddie.
"If they does, I'm going to be a minister when I grow up."

"I thought you were going to be a fireman," said Bert.

"Well, I can be a fireman week days and a minister on Sundays,"
said the little fellow, thus solving the problem. "But do they eat
so much, Nan?"

"No, of course not, only mamma wants to be polite to them, so she
has a lot of things cooked up, so that if they don't like one thing
they can have another. Folks always give their best to the minister."

"Then I'm surely going to be one, too," declared Flossie. "I like
good things to eat. I hope our minister isn't very hungry, 'cause
then there'll be some left for us when we come home from this
picnic."

"Why, Flossie!" cried Nan. "We have a lovely lunch with us; plenty,
I'm sure."

"Well, I'm awful hungry, Nan," said the little girl. "Besides,
Sammie Jones, and his sister Julia, haven't any lunch at all. I
saw them, and they looked terrible hungry. Couldn't we give them
some of ours; if we have so much at home?"

"Of course we could, and it is very kind of you to think of them,"
said Nan, as she patted her little sister on her head. "I'll look
after Sammie and Julia when we get to the grove."