"
"'That reminds me,' as Dick Wilson says," interrupted Rand, taking
a pamphlet from his pocket and holding it out to his companions,
"speaking of trails, what do you think of that?"
"What is it?" asked Pepper, eying it suspiciously. "Looks as if
the cat had been walking on it." goodness, I hope not. I thought
you were always hungry, but if you are only beginning I foresee a
famine ahead of us. And to think of all the good food that is wasted
on you, Pepper," went on Donald reflectively. "Why, to look at you
any one might think that you never had had enough to eat."
"That shows how deceiving looks are," replied Pepper. "Though I
never did have enough," he added plaintively.
"Of course not," returned Donald, "there isn't as much as that
anywhere."
"As much what?" asked Rand.
"Food, grub, provisions, victuals," replied Donald, setting off
along the road at a pace that put a stop to any more talk.
They had gone perhaps about halfway down the hill toward the
boathouse when a big bay horse, drawing a light wagon in which were
three boys, came quickly around a turn in the road.
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