“And is there a stove in it with cracked lids?” Jimmie asked.
“No, but we’ll move in the one from the hideout,” said Mary. “We couldn’t do without that. And we’ll be looking for you at least once a week for bitter chocolate and broiled steak.”
“Never fear. I’ll be there,” exclaimed Jimmie. “And many congratulations.”
And so this story ends, as all stories must. But you may be sure that Jimmie will have many happy hours with his friends around the stove with the cracked lid, and that he will have, too, many more adventures as thrilling as those recounted in these pages.
THE END
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