"Cherry roast, with minced sunflowers?" suggested Roger. "The girls at Vassar dine on 'em regularly, after playing football."
"This was a plain everyday order of pork and beans," shouted Shadow, desperately. "And after the men got 'em, what do you think they did? Oh, this is a good one;" and Shadow's eyes began to sparkle.
"Found fault, I suppose, because the beans weren't from Boston," said Dave.
"No."
"Don't keep us waiting. Shadow. Tell the story to a finish," said Phil.
"Well, they got the pork and beans"
"Yes."
"And they sat down, facing each other"
"All right—fire away," said Sam, as the storyteller paused.
"And they began to eat"
"Glad to know they didn't begin to weep," was Roger's soft comment.
"And they ate the pork and beans all up," continued Shadow, soberly. And then he stopped short and looked around blankly.
"Eh?"
"Well, I never!"
"Is that all there is to the story?" demanded Sam.
"Certainly. You didn't expect they'd buy the
