He pumped harder than ever; and then Mrs. Attson asked, as proudly as before, “Don’t you think that ought to wake up her appetite a lot?” “I—sure do,” Dick choked hurriedly. Then he growled something to himself under his breath. What was he crying for, anyhow? Guess it must be the steam in this kitchen—or something.

He decided not to finish his pumping that day. He turned around without a word and hurried past Mrs. Attson and up to his room. After a little while he heard the pump going steadily. She was filling the tank for him ! He got up and started downstairs to stop her—but he could not face her. She was so proud of that Thanksgiving she had planned. Round steak!“Mother, is—round steak cheap?” he asked that night.“Why yes, dear,” his mother answered. “Why in the world—”