For answer she got such a hug as no ghost could ever give. "Of course, if you'd rather believe the Government than your own eyes.... Why here's Sport! Hello, Sport, I'll leave it to you," he added, reaching down and patting the dog whose tail was going like a pendulum. "Here's a woman that doesn't--" "Joey, you mustn't say that--you--you--" "All right, old Muddy, then admit that I am me." "I don't understand--I--Joey--" Another hug, "Of course, you don't. You're just two years out of date. You've been living among the dead and you think everybody's dead and I'm going to--" "You're not going to Ruth Jillett's, Joey--" "Well, I certainly will if you don't get me some supper. How about that, Sport? Here I am come home a rich man with three hundred dollars in my pocket, and no supper." "Joey, if I had only known I'd have made a meat pie. I won't believe you're real till I see you eat, Joey." That would be a good test. "We won't eat here many more times--" "Oh yes, we will. I've got three hundred dollars, and two hundred of it belongs to some boy scouts. They made me take it as a loan. We're going to stay right here and I'm going to get a job in Cartersburgh and I'm coming home every night--so as to be near Ruth. Hey, Sport." Poor old Mrs. Haskell only clung tighter to him. And Sport looked up, and kept looking, as if he did not understand at all. And so, as the evening drew on, these two, mother and son, sat in the little kitchen of their old home and talked while Joe ate his supper; a very good supper indeed for a "sperit." And since it was a matter of eating, may we not fancy that the staunch spirit of Pee-wee Harris of the raving Ravens was with them as they talked late into the night? And when Joey Haskell jollied his poor old mother (as he did most shamefully) may we not picture that diminutive scout saying in high disgust, "You think you're smart, don't you?" And yet, you know, you will hear it said that nothing ever happens in Hicksville.... THE END THE ROY BLAKELEY BOOKS By PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH Author of the TOM SLADE BOOKS May be had wherever books are sold. Ask for Grosset and Dunlap's list. Roy Blakeley In a book given by a kindly old gentleman, Pee-wee Harris discovers what he believes to be a sinister looking memorandum, and he becomes convinced that the old gentleman is a spy. But the laugh is on Pee-wee, as usual, for the donor of the book turns out to be an author, and the suspicious memorandum is only a literary mark. The author, however, is so pleased with the boys' patriotism that he loans them his houseboat, in which they make the trip to their beloved Temple Camp, which every boy who has read the TOM SLADE BOOKS will be glad to see once more. Roy Blakeley's Adventures in Camp