“Come, hurry up! We can’t eat ham and-biscuit. Why, what’s the matter?”
“Why—there—there isn’t any,” stammered Sammy.
“What’s that?” cried Mr. Long.
“The turkey—it’s all gone, sir.”
“Gone!” cried Mr. Long, in amazement. “What do you mean?”
And twelve astonished faces confronted the cook and steward.
“Why, sir,” said the cook, “you see we ate a good many before we started.”
“Yes, sir. There were eight turkeys eaten that evening and next morning.”
“And fifteen chickens, sir.”
“And ten mince pies,” added the steward, gathering courage at the sound of his own voice.