"Now get one of those wooden skewers from the shelf and use it as a
fork," McMasters said.
The boys caught the idea at once.
They gathered the candied syrup up on the end of the sticks and
thrust it into their mouths.
"Why, it is just like toffy!" Van exclaimed.
"It is a sight fresher than anything you could buy at the store,"
observed the foreman.
"I believe I've got to have some more, Mac," Bob said. "Somehow it
melts away before you know you're eating it."
He refilled his plate with fresh snow and held it out for a second
helping of syrup.
McMasters filled it good-naturedly.
But when the plates were extended the fourth and fifth time the
Scotchman demurred.
"It is no stuff to make a meal of, Mr. Bob," protested he. "And at
ten o'clock in the morning, too. I'll give you no more. It is too
sweet. Next you know the two of you will be spending your vacation
in bed and wondering what's the matter with you. Why, we'd have no
sugar at all if you should stay here eating at this rate. If it's candy
you're wantin', ask the cook to boil some maple-syrup until it is
thick like molasses candy; then turn it out of the pan and when it
is almost cool pull it until it turns white. You'll find it better
than any candy you can buy. Try it."
"We certainly will, Mac, and thanks for the suggestion," Bob
replied.
"And while you're at it you might hunt up some butternuts and stir
them in; I'll recommend the result and will wager you'll think it as
good as anything you ever ate.
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