CHAPTER XX

ALL CLEAR “Kiddie, are you awake?” “Come in, Jimmy.” Norah sat up in bed and felt for the electric switch. The room sprang into light as Jim came in. “I had to come and bring your stocking,” he said. “Merry Christmas, little chap.” “Merry Christmas, Jimmy dear.” Norah looked at the bulging stocking on her bed, and broke into laughter. “And you a full-blown Captain! Oh, Jimmy, are you ever going to grow up?” “I trust not,” said Jim comfortably—“if it means getting any bigger than I am. But you’re not, either, so it …