But it's half past five and I guess the rest of us will want to be nearer to the source of kitchen odors." "Whew! If it's any such time as that I'm going to move fast," cried Harry Hazelton, leaping to his feet.

"At our house supper is on at six o'clock, and anyone who gets in late has to take what's left." "Are your folks so poor as that ?" laughed Tom.
"Hardly," returned Harry.

"But both dad and mother are sticklers for everyone being in his seat on time." By this time five of the chums had started across the broad, sunny field toward the rather dusty road.
"Coming, Dave ?" Dick called, looking back.
"Oh, yes," grunted Darrin.

"But I hate to see all of you fellows running as though you didn't know whether you'd ever get another meal." "I wonder what is Dave's sudden grouch against the eats," Tom mused aloud.

"I've seen him at a few meals, and he was always a clever performer." "Probably Dave has been eating too much for this time of the year, and has a touch of indigestion," Greg laughed.
Darrin overheard the discussion as he came along, but he did not choose to enlighten his friends.