"Pretty good cakes they have here; eh, Guy?" mumbled Simon, pouring some maple syrup over the last brown one on his plate.
"Fine! yes," agreed his crony.
"What do you say to another helping before we tackle the ham and eggs?"
"I don't mind."
Simon raised his finger to summon the waitress.
"We'll have some more cakes," he ordered grandly, "and be sure to have the ham and eggs kept hot. Two more plates of cakes."
"No—no!" gasped Uncle Ezra, almost overturning his cup of coffee.
"Do you want three plates?" asked the girl, turning to him.
"I—er—no—of course, not," stammered the old man. "I never eat 'em. They give me indigestion, and then I have to pay a doctor's bill. I was just going to say"
He looked appealingly from Guy to Simon and from Simon to Guy. The lads winked at each other.
"Queer what an appetite I've got," murmured Simon. "I didn't know I was so hungry."
"Me either," added Guy. "Do you think another plate of cakes will be enough?"
"Well, I don't know"
"It's all you'll git!" snapped Uncle Ezra, quickly. "Do you think I'm going to pay—I mean you'll have indigestion something terrible," he
