Heather

“Two each,” said Jessie. She gave them out. That is, she rolled two potatoes to each one. “Now let’s put the canned milk in the water pail with some spring water.” “What a dinner!” cried Benny. “I don’t like canned milk when I’m home. But it tastes all right here.” It was certainly queer not to have any dishes except a water pail and milk cans. But even as the wind kept on blowing and the rain kept on falling, everyone was very happy to have tin cups and a water pail. “We are pretty lucky to have anything to eat,” said Violet. “If you hadn’t found the bag, Benny, we wouldn’t be eating now.” The children opened the hot potatoes with sticks. They ate them with small sticks. “Awfully hot, aren’t they?” said Henry, burning his fingers. “But aren’t they delicious!” “We have to eat slowly this time,” said Joe. “Make them last as long as you can.”
― Gertrude Chandler Warner, The Boxcar Children Bookshelf (Books #1-12)