hard, and hugged their dad, and were pounded on the back by Mr.
Leffingwell, who seemed to have a bad cold. When the doctor
came, he ordered Asa straight to bed, and Timmins carried him off
with the haughty Barton stalking in the rear, a glass of egg and
milk in one hand and hot chocolate in the other.





CHAPTER XI

ORDERED OVER THERE


The Leffingwell cook had prepared a regular crackerjack--no, a
Leffingwell dinner; and Mr. Leffingwell begged the boys to say
little about their adventures until they had had something to
eat. As they all sat down at the table, Porky and Beany looked
back over the couple of centuries or so that had passed since
breakfast, and decided that since they had not had time for
anything at all since that remote period, it would be a good
thing to sample a few of the good things urged upon them by
Barton, the butler.

Presently, that is along about the third helping of everything
there was, the boys commented to tell about their day's
adventures. They had an attentive audience; an audience that
forgot to eat or say "Dear me suz!" or smoke. And it seemed as
though they wanted to hear everything over at least three times.