A wonderful dinner that! Toby, viewing so many forks and knives and spoons and plates with dire misgiving, felt extremely uneasy for the first few minutes for fear he might use the wrong utensil. But Aunt Alice came to his rescue. “It doesn’t matter, Toby,” she said, “which fork or spoon you use. I don’t think Arnold ever gets them just right himself.” And Mr. Deering laughingly suggested that Toby might follow the example of the man who, finding himself left with two unused spoons, saved the situation by dropping them in his pocket! After dinner the car rolled up again and they went off to the theater. To Arnold’s joy the play was the one he had decided he wanted most to see, and Mr. Deering gravely explained the coincidence by mental telepathy and got Toby very interested and astonished before the latter discovered that it was just a joke. But perhaps Toby didn’t enjoy that play! It was absolutely beautiful and astounding and thrilling from the rise of the first curtain to the lamentable fall of the last, and, although to prolong the gayety they stopped at a gorgeous restaurant and ate things, Toby couldn’t remember afterwards what he had had, or much of anything except the play. He would have stayed awake half the rest of the night――it was already well past midnight when they reached home again――talking it over with Arnold if that unfeeling brute hadn’t fallen to sleep almost immediately. They awoke in the morning, frightfully and deliciously late, to find the world carpeted with a good inch of snow. From the windows of Arnold’s room on the front of the house the scene was like fairyland. Or so, at least, Toby declared. Every branch of every tree and shrub in the Park was frosted with snow and what had been grass yesterday was this morning an unsullied expanse of white. But to Arnold’s disgust the sun was out, shining brilliantly if frostily, and already the streets were almost bare. Toby, though, declined to be down-hearted, reminding his chum that it would probably snow again to-morrow, and Arnold, on that understanding, concluded that life still held a faint promise of happiness and decided to get dressed and have some breakfast. But they didn’t spend much time at the table. One isn’t extremely hungry at nine if one has supped at midnight, and, besides, both boys were eager to get out of doors. To Toby this forenoon was an important occasion, for he was to do his Christmas shopping, and when a chap has all of eight dollars to spend just as he sees fit he doesn’t care to waste much time on such every-day things as breakfasts!