"Well, I guess Sing Foo can wash, bake, iron, mend clothes, or do
anything around the ranch except ride a cow pony or brand a steer,"
said Dick Weston. "He draws the line on that. But he surely is a good
cook with the grub," said the foreman.
"I don't want any grub," put in Freddie anxiously. "I want something
to eat."
"Excuse me, little man. I guess I oughtn't to use slang before you."
said the foreman. "When I say 'grub' I mean something to eat And here
comes Sing Foo with it now!"
As he spoke a smiling Chinese, dressed just as the Bobbsey twins had
seen them in pictures, with his shirt outside his trousers, came
shuffling along, carrying big trays from which came delicious
appetizing odors.
"Dlinna all leddy!" said Sing Foo. "All leddy numbla one top side
pletty quick."
"He means dinner is all ready and that everything is cooked just right
and in a hurry," explained the foreman. "He can't say any words well
that have the letter "r" in 'em," he went on in a whisper.
The Chinese was busy setting the table, and the Bobbseys soon sat down
to a fine meal, Dick Weston ate with them and explained things about
the ranch to Mr.
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