Eve had prepared a great can of chocolate and the girls had all brought well-filled lunch boxes. Bobby was hovering about Laura's as soon as it was opened.
"Mammy Jinny's made you something nice, I know," she said. "Dear me, I'm so hungry! I wish I was like the Mississippi River."
"What's that for?" demanded Prettyman Sweet, who overheard her. "Like the Mississippi? Fawncy!"
"Then I'd have three mouths," exclaimed Bobby, immediately filling the mouth she did possess.
"My word! that wouldn't be so bad an idea, would it?" proclaimed Purt, who was a good deal of a gourmand himself.
"I don't think much of this jam pie," complained Chet, holding up a wedge that he had taken from his sister's basket.
"That's not jam pie!" exclaimed Laura. "Whoever heard of jam pie?"
"Yep. This is it," declared Chet "The crusts are jammed right together. There ain't enough filling."
The wind increased toward the end of the day and it was hard to skate against it; but the young folk had a lot of fun sailing down the length of the pond with their coats spread for sails.
