"Let me try that salad, will you?" Dave asked.
"Certainly. Want to take some along?" And Amos Denman passed over a forkful.
"What are you going to do with chicken salad?" questioned Roger.
"Oh, I thought we might want to celebrate our return by a little feast, Roger."
"Hurrah! just the thing!" ejaculated the senator's son. "Is it good? It is? All right, I'll take a quart."
"I'll take a quart, too," said Dave. "I guess you can put it all together."
"Are those mince pies fresh?" asked Phil, pointing to some in a case.
"Just out of the oven. Feel of them."
"Then I'll take two."
In the end the three youths purchased quite a number of things from the restaurant keeper, who tied up the articles in pasteboard boxes wrapped in brown paper. Then the lads had to run for the train and were the last on board.
It had begun to snow again and the white flakes were coming down thickly when the train rolled into the neat little station at Oakdale. The boys were the only ones to alight and they looked around eagerly to see if the school carryall was waiting for them.
"Hello, fellows!" cried a voice from the end of the platform, and Joseph Beggs, usually called
