“We have too much sense, you mean,” said Jimmy, scornfully. “This suggestion of yours was only an accident, Herb. Chances are you won’t make another as good for the next year.”
“I don’t know that you’re very famous for bright ideas, Jimmy, so where do you get off to criticize?” asked Herb.
“Huh! I’ve got an idea in my noddle right now that’s worth half a dozen of yours.”
“Prove it!” replied Herb, promptly. “What is this bright idea?”
“Well, you know that just about this time they cook nice, hot doughnuts down at Mattatuck’s bakery. Delicious doughnuts! Um, yum!” and Jimmy’s round countenance assumed a rapturous expression.
“And the idea was, that you’d go down there and blow the crowd to hot doughnuts, was it?” queried Joe.
“Blow, nothing!” exclaimed Jimmy. “We’ll all 73 chip in. But I don’t mind going after them.”
“The trouble is—can we trust you not to eat them all on the way back?” Bob laughed.
“Anybody that doesn’t think so can go for his own doughnuts,” replied Jimmy. “Kick in there, you hobos, and I’ll be on my way. I’m getting hungrier every minute.”
His friends, thus adjured, “kicked in,” and Jimmy set off at a rate of speed much above his usual leisurely gait. The bakery was three or four blocks away, but Jimmy returned in a surprisingly short time with a large bag of tender doughnuts, still warm from the bakery.