"Two lumps of sugar I believe you take, Professor?" questioned Ned
politely, poising a handful of lumps over the Professor's cup.

"Give me four," interjected Chunky.

"You take yours clear this morning," retorted Ned.

"I got the condensed milk, anyway," jeered Chunky. "No sugar for me,
no condensed milk for you," and he planted the can firmly between his
feet, which were curled up half under him.

"Oh, give him the sugar. I have to take my coffee half milk," begged
Walter.

"All right, hand over the condensed milk then. I'll give you two
lumps," said Ned.

"Three," replied Chunky, firmly, making no move to hand over the milk.

Ned let the lumps drop into his companion's cup, but from such a
height that Chunky had to dodge as the coffee flew up.

He wiped a few drops of the coffee from his face, deliberately filled
his cup to overflowing with milk, then handed the can to Walter.

"I guess Chunky doesn't need any of our help. He is pretty well able
to take care of himself," laughed Tad.

"Delicious," breathed the Professor, sampling his cup of steaming
liquid.