Your table manners are about the worst I ever saw, Stacy Brown."
"Water," gasped Stacy.
"Here," twinkled Walter, passing the pail.
"What's the matter with the water?" demanded Ned.
"Somebody's been putting old eggs in it. I believe you did that, Ned
Rector, just to tease me."
Ned did not understand what the fat boy meant.
"Here, pass that pail. Is there anything the matter with that water,
Walt? You got it."
"I think it is thoroughly good, wholesome water," replied Walter,
holding his head low over his plate that they might not observe his
amusement.
"Ugh!" exclaimed Ned, after tasting the liquid. He hurled the
remaining contents of the cup full into the camp-fire.
"I told you so," nodded Stacy solemnly. "It's eggs and they weren't
laid yesterday, either."
"You're right. Walt, where did you get that awful stuff?"
Tad and Walter were both drinking deeply of the liquid and apparently
enjoying it.
"From the spring," gasped Walter, placing his cup on the ground.
"Don't drink that stuff. It'll make you all sick," commanded Ned.
"Don't be silly. That water is all right," laughed Tad.
"All right? Call that all right?" demanded Ned.
"Call that all right?" echoed Chunky.
"Of course it is. It is mineral water--sulphur water," spilling over
his clothes the contents of the cup that he was carrying to his lips.
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