with the grub. I hope you're hungry, for I'm not particularly."
"Well, I can eat a bit," admitted Toots. "I say, though, that is a spread!" he exclaimed, as he saw the good things the housekeeper was bringing into Dick's room, where she set them on a table.
"Well, it's Christmas," observed Dick, "though I can't eat much myself. However, it'll do me good to see you put it away."
"And I can do that same," admitted Toots cheerfully.
Dick, under the doctor's orders was allowed only a bit of the white meat of the turkey, and none of the "stuffing," so he could not make a very substantial meal, but Toots ate enough for three.
"I don't suppose you got this sort of thing in the army," ventured Dick, wishing to have his odd friend talk somewhat of his experiences, for he had learned that Toots had once been janitor at a military post.
"No, indeed," replied Toots. "We did get a little extra at holiday times, but nothing like this."
"How did you come to be at the military post?" asked Dick.
"Blessed if I know. I was always a sort of a rover, and I suppose I wandered out west. I'm going to join the army some time. I'm a good shot, you know. Did you ever see me shoot?"
"Yes," replied Dick, trying not to smile, as he
