Tom picked out the kind of ears he wanted, large and full of kernels in
which the milk, or white juice, was yet running. This was a corn that
ripened late, and was very good for roasting.
With the corn in one end of the boat, and the children in the stern, or
rear, where he could watch them as they moved about on the broad seat,
Tom rowed the boat toward camp. They reached it just in time for supper,
and just as Mr. Brown got home from his trip to the city.
"We're going to have roast ears of corn to-night!" called Sue as she
hugged and kissed her father.
"Oh! That makes me feel as if I were a boy!" said Mr. Brown. "Who is
going to roast the corn?"
"I am," said Tom. "I've done it many a time."
"Well, I'm glad you know how. But now let's have supper."
The children did not eat much, because they were so anxious to roast the
corn, but Tom said they must wait until dark, as the camp fire would
look prettier then.
However, it could hardly have been called dark when Tom, after much
teasing on the part of Bunny and Sue, set aglow the light twigs and
branches, which soon made the bigger logs glow.
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