ad.
"Surely we will," agreed Walter Perkins. "That's what we came over
to do."
"Oh, it is, eh?"
"Didn't think we came over to help you chop wood, did you?" demanded
Chunky indignantly.
"Knowing you as I do, I hadn't any such idea," laughed Tad. "But
come in."
The boys filed in through the wood house, reaching the sitting room by
way of the kitchen. Tad's mother gave them a smiling welcome, rising
to extend a warm, friendly hand to each.
"Sit down, Mrs. Butler," urged Walter.
"Yes, we will come to you," added Ned.
"We haven't lost the use of our legs yet, Mrs. Butler," declared the
fat Chunky, growing very red in the face as he noted the disapproving
glances directed at him by his companions.
"I hope you won't mind Chunky, Mrs. Butler," said Ned apologetically.
"You know he has lived among savages lately, and-----"
"Yes, ma'am, Ned and I have been constant companions for---how long
has it been, boys?"
"Shut up!" hissed Ned Rector in the fat boy's ear. "I'll whale you when
we get outside, if you make any more such breaks."
"Never mind, boys; Stacy and myself are very old, old friends," laughed
Mrs. Butler.
"Yes, ma'am, about a hundred years old, more or less. Oh, I beg your
pardon. I didn't mean it just that way," stammered Chunky, coloring
again and fumbling his cap awkwardly.
"Now you have said it," groaned Walter.
"Go way back in the corner out of sight and sit down before I start
something," commanded Ned. "You must excuse us, Mrs. Butler. It is
as Chunky has said. We are all savages---some of us more so than
others, some less."
"It is unnecessary to make apologies. You are just a lot of healthy
young men, full of life and spirits." Mrs. Butler patted Tad
affectionately on the head. "Tad knows what I think of you all and
how appreciative we both are over what Mr. Perkins has done for us.
Now that I have had a little money left me, I am glad that Tad is able
to spend more time with you in the open. I presume you will soon be
thinking of another trip."
"We're always thinking of that, Mrs. Butler," interrupted Ned. "And
we couldn't think of a trip without thinking of Tad. A trip without
Tad would be like---like-----"
"A dog's tail wagging down the street without the dog," interjected the
solemn voice of Chunky Brown from his new headquarters.
"I move we throw Chunky out in the wood house," exploded Ned. "Will
you excuse us while we get rid of the encumbrance, M
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