_Has lemonade on box close to him—everybody takes seat, leaving two for Opal and Floyd and enough to set one more plate._ JENNIE I wonder where the children have gone to. MRS. BENSON I didn’t see them leave. I expect they went up to play with the Smith children. HARRY When you run dry on lemo, just hand your cups this way. Will you pass the buns, please? JENNIE You ought not to be hungry after eating that big breakfast this morning. What do you think—he ate four eggs, six baking powder biscuits and about a cup full of syrup, to say nothing about potatoes. HARRY Just the same I don’t believe pa would advise me to go to the city to cure my appetite, would you pa? MR. BENSON I guess not, by jinks! We eat to live, so why not live where we have an appetite for what we eat? _Enters Hiram smoking corn-cob pipe._ HIRAM Golly, but I’m just in time. MR. BENSON Hello, Hiram, come and have some dinner. HIRAM Well, I never turn daon’ a meal when I’m hungry. Got some of those good biscuits, Mary? _Ethel prepares a place._ MRS. BENSON We’ve got some biscuits, but I can’t say as they’re very good. HIRAM _Lays pipe at side of stage—takes seat at table._ Wall, I can say it without ever tastin’ them. John, I reckon ye can’t say ye haven’t had a good meal since you moved back ter the farm. I can’t keep from talkin’ about you movin’ to the city. Ye thought everything was going to be honey, but it turned out ter be merlasses. Ain’t I right, John? MRS. BENSON Where’s Rachel, didn’t she come? HIRAM She woke up with a headache this morning. I wanted ter stay hum with her, but she made me come down for a while. There seems to be a large crowd here, to-day. HARRY A very large crowd. I never saw the like of autos as were out to the game. HIRAM John, what do you know about these fellers. Henry tells me they got beat. HARRY The umpire played a fine game. HIRAM That’s what Henry was tellin’ me, but I just laughed at him. Everybody hates to acknowledge they’re whipped. John here even kinder hates ter say the city got the best of him. Of course, that’s different then getting beat in a game. It wasn’t any honor ter the city, but ye fellers were on equal footin’ and both teams are used ter the grounds, while John here, he was on a strange diamond. We never had umpires when I was a boy, but we found plenty of other excuses for getting beat. MR. BENSON