"'Tis well," said he, grabbing Jim by the hand, while we did the same to the others.
"I'll tell you what," said Mr. Norton, a little later. "I feel so good over this that I'll buy. Lead me to a soda fountain."
CHAPTER XIV
PLANNING A CAMPING TRIP
WE boys often think of what a fisherman told us one summer day, out on Illinois River, at the foot of Buffalo Rock.
"IT GIVES ME PAIN," SHE SAID, "TO INFORM YOU THAT THE WOODBOX IS EMPTY."
"Play," said he, "is work that you want to do and don't have to do," or something like that.