However scornfully the Major might view his preparations he was himself mightily proud of them.
"Tinned stuff, I presume," remarked his brother-in-law.

"John Merrick has a weakness for tin cans, having got his money out of them." "You're wrong," protested Uncle John.

"I merely made my money from the tin the cans were made of.

But we won't get money out of these cans when they're opened; it will be something better, such as sardines and hominy, preserved cream and caviar, beans and boned chicken." "Sounds fine!" cried Patsy with enthusiasm.

"But how can you arrange to carry so much, Uncle ?" "The limousine body is pretty big, as the Major says, and high enough to allow me to put in a false bottom.