"Well, well eat first and talk afterward," said Uncle Frank, as he
led the way to the table. "Come on, folks. I expect you all have good
appetites. That's what we're noted for at Ring Rosy Ranch."
"What's that?" asked Aunt Millie.
"Have you given Circle O a new name?"
"One of the Curlytops did," chuckled Uncle Frank. "They said my
branding sign looked just like a ring-round-the-rosy, so I'm going to
call the ranch that after this."
"It's a nice name," said Aunt Millie. "And now let me see you
Curlytops--and Trouble, too--though his hair isn't frizzy like Ted's
and Janet's--let me see you eat until you get as fat as a Ring Rosy
yourselves. If you don't eat as much as you can of everything, Hop
Sing will feel as though he was not a good cook."
The Curlytops were hungry enough to eat without having to be told
to, and Hop Sing, looking into the dining-room now and then from
where he was busy in the kitchen, smiled and nodded his head as he
said to the maid.
"Lil' chillens eat velly good!"
"Indeed they do eat very good," said the maid, as she carried in
more of the food which Hop Sing knew so well how to cook.
After supper the Curlytops and the others sat out on the broad porch
of the ranch house. Off to one side were the other buildings, some
where the farming tools were kept, for Uncle Frank raised some grain
as well as cattle, and some where the cowboys lived, as well as
others where they stabled their horses.
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