"I tell you, this is something like," cried Dave, munching on a sandwich and a stalk of celery. "I shouldn't mind having a picnic like this once a week regularly."
"Make it twice a week," returned Roger, who was eating a sandwich from one hand and a hard-boiled egg from the other.
"Who'll have some coffee?" cried Phil, coming up with a pot of the steaming beverage. "I've got to strain it through the corner of a napkin, but I guess that won't hurt it."
"Napkin, indeed!" cried Jessie. "There is a strainer in the spout."
"Oh, is there? I didn't look in to see. Well, here goes! Coffee! Ten cents a cup, or two cups for a nickel! Good for the complexion and warranted to cure the blues!" cried the shipowner's son gayly, and swung the pot around over his head.
"Hi 1 Look out there!" roared Sam, clapping his hand to his ear. "I like coffee, but I don't drink it that way!" And he wiped off a few drops that had reached him.
"Phil is fined one horseshoe nail for spilling the coffee," cried Dave.
"Don't nail me so soon!" answered the shipowner's son gayly.
"Shoo! Just to hear that!" murmured Roger.
"I'm too hoarse to answer to that!" said Ben.
