VI
THE TRIUMPH
Specks reviewed the Christmas tree in the sitting-room after breakfast and looked upset. It was bigger than his own.
"Got one downstairs, too," crowed Jimsy. "Uncle Ab," he added, "he sort o' wanted it to be awful Christmasy through the whole house, an'—an' Jiminy Crickets, Specks, it is!"
"Uncle Ab—who's Uncle Ab?"
"Uncle Ab Sawyer." Jimsy bristled. "What ye got to say about it?"