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34 his throat with unnecessary violence. "What I mean is we've got a lot of things to eat, on our sled. We'd be glad to have you—Oh, here! Boys come on out and bring in some of the things!" and before the astonished woman knew what was happening Ned and his chums were out in the snow fairly tearing the things off the sled. In they trooped again, bearing turkeys, rabbits, and a lot of the camp food they had not eaten.

"Oh, it's just like Santa Claus!" cried the little girl. "I knew we'd have Thanksgiving, mommey!"

But Mrs. Perry was crying, with her head down on the table.

Indeed the room did look as if it was ready for some sort of holiday feast. It was fairly crowded with the things the boys had brought in.

"I don't—don't know what to say," Mrs. Perry exclaimed, as she dried her eyes. "Are you sure you can spare so much?'

"Spare it? Say we've eaten so much lately we'll be sick!" broke in Bart, with a laugh.

"Now we'll make a better fire, and if you'll get some of these turkeys and rabbits ready you can have a dinner. There's some other things,—canned stuff, you know."

By this time the older girl, whose name, the