a weak cup for three cents. They charge awful for coffee in some of these places."
The boys had gained their point, however, which was to be invited inside the restaurant, and soon the three were seated at a table in a secluded corner of the room.
"A cup of weak coffee," ordered Mr. Larabee, as the waitress came to the table.
"Strong coffee and griddle cakes to start with, and then ham and eggs," ordered Simon.
"I'll take the same," spoke Guy.
Mr. Larabee turned pale and cried out:
"Here! Hold on! I thought you boys were going to"
- T guess, Guy, we'd better be going," interrupted Simon, gravely, as he got up and reached for his hat. "Mr. Larabee doesn't want to do business with us."
"Yes, I do. Sit down!" cried the miserly old man. "Oh, dear! boys have such terrible appetites. You may bring me a very small cup of weak coffee," he said to the waitress, who seemed amused at something.
"It's all the same price," she stated.
"What? Haven't you any cheap cups—any at half price?"
"No."
Uncle Ezra groaned, and, while he sipped his beverage, he kept a watchful eye on the well-filled plates of Simon and Guy. They were doing hearty justice to the meal they ordered.
