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18 "I'd rather eat my Thanksgivin' turkey in a warm kitchen than in an old tent," Jim added with a laugh.

"Oh, we'll be home for Thanksgiving," Fenn said, "and we'll have plenty of game to eat too."

"Wish ye luck," was Jim's rejoinder.

The adjustable runners were packed on the wagon, a last look given to see that everything was in place, and then, about nine o'clock the start was made.

"Keep your thumb wrapped up!" Alice called after her brother. "Don't take cold. Drink some hot ginger tea every night before you boys go to bed. Keep your coats well buttoned up around your throats, don't get vour feet wet and—"

"Say, give us the books, sis," called Bart goodnaturedly, "we can't remember all that. Goodbye!"

"Good-bye!" called Alice, waving her hands to the chums.

"Good-bye!" the four boys echoed.