"Oh, well, if you insist," said Herb. "But I bet when Mrs. Layton sees
what we do to the eats, she'll never ask us again."
"Oh, she's used to seeing them disappear pretty fast," said Bob, "and
I don't think anything will surprise her now."
Mrs. Layton made the outside boys welcome with a few cheery words,
and all sat down to a lunch in which fresh sliced ham, hot biscuits,
and honey played a conspicuous part. Mrs. Layton was famous as a good
cook, and it is certain that the present patrons of her art did not
lack in appreciation. Before they got through, the table was swept
almost clear of eatables, and even the insatiable Jimmy appeared
satisfied, so much so that he appeared to have difficulty in rising
with the others.
"I guess we don't have to tell you how much we enjoyed everything,
Mrs. Layton," said Herb. "Actions speak louder than words, you know."
"I'm glad you liked it," she said. "I guess you'll all be able to get
along till supper time now," she added, with a smile.
"Let's go out on the grass awhile," proposed Jimmy. "I've got to lie
down and rest a bit before I can do anything else. You slaves can work
if you want to, but not for little Jimmy."
It must be confessed that the others felt about the same way, so they
all went out and lay on the soft grass under a big apple tree that
grew near the kitchen door.
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