CHAPTER IX
THE SECRET IS OUT
The boys came panting downstairs, having landed the table in its new home safely. They found Polly and Jess on the steps.
“We’re coming right up,” said Polly, hastily. “We were just talking about Thanksgiving.”
Margy joined them, the loving cup in her arms.
“What about Thanksgiving?” she asked curiously.
“Oh, we were saying how queer it is we haven’t heard yet where we’re going for dinner,” said Polly.
Margy looked at her brother.
“Fred knows something about Thanksgiving he won’t tell,” she complained. “I think he’s awfully mean.”
“What do you know, Fred?” wheedled Polly. “Tell us—please.”
Fred’s face turned a little red.