"We've missed some more biscuit," whispered the fat boy.
"How many?"
"Twenty since breakfast."
"Didn't we eat them for dinner?"
"Not a bisc."
"Hm-m! You are quite sure you didn't help yourself?" questioned Tad quizzically.
"Help myself? Help myself?" demanded Chunky indignantly. "Do I look as if I had twenty biscuit inside of me?"
"I can't answer that question," laughed Tad. "But to return to what I was saying, are you going to behave yourself tonight?"
"About what?"
"About frightening Chops," insisted Tad.