CHAPTER XIV

Christmas Day “I think we ought to make this outing an annual affair,” said Chet Morton the next morning after the boys had wished one another “Merry Christmas.” “Why?” “We get two Christmases out of it. It suits me fine.” “If you expect to get any presents around here, you’re badly mistaken,” sniffed Joe, putting on his shoes. “I didn’t. If I had expected any I would have hung up my stocking. But we’ll have a Christmas dinner, anyway. That’ll be the second Christmas dinner this week.” “If we hadn’t found those sup…