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" Alice, help me carry this game into the house," said Bart when the excitement over their arrival had quieted down a bit. His rabbits and the turkey were on the sled with the camp stuff.

"Is that all the luck you had?" asked Mr. Keene, as he came out on the porch to greet his son. "Why I thought you'd come loaded down. We didn't buy anything for dinner, thinking you'd have enough."

Bart knew by his father's tone that he was only joking.

"We did have fine luck," the boy replied, and then he told about the widow and how they had left her with plenty of food.

"Humph!" exclaimed Mr. Keene. "If you'd brought home any more game than you did, and hadn't left her some I'd make you go back to Mrs. Perry without your dinner. You did right, Bart. I'm glad to hear it."

Bart ate his Thanksgiving dinner with an