At last supper was announced, and such a feast as that was! There was enough three times over, and everything of the best. All of the boys were urged to eat, until Boxy whispered to Andy that every button was ready to burst off. It was a country supper never to be forgotten! They finished off with mince pie, and nuts, and raisins, and it was after one o’clock when the feast was declared at an end. Then came several toasts. First old Job Brodhead made a little speech, and then his son-in-law, and after this half-a-dozen neighbors. “Maybe our young friends from Rudskill kin speak pieces,” said Mother Brodhead, and then half a dozen clustered around Harry and Jack and the others, demanding something from them. Luckily, Andy and Boxy knew a funny dialogue which they got off amid much laughter. Then Jack recited “The Sword of Bunker Hill.” “Now it’s your turn, Harry,” they said, after he had finished. Harry had been thinking of what to recite, and a few scraps of an original song floated into his mind. He gave it in his own sweet tenor voice, and it fairly took the country folk by storm. He was _encored_ so much that he had to follow with several others. “You’re the hero of the evening,” whispered Jack, and Harry flushed furiously when the pretty girl beside him said the same thing. Then Pickles was called in, and soon the colored boy had every one joining in the chorus of “Sweet Times Comin’ By and By,” and “Who’s Dat A-nockin’ at De Doah?” Then Pickles gave a breakdown, and got several of the old countrymen so warmed up that they took off their coats and joined in. Following the singing came half-a-dozen games, hunt the slipper, pillows and keys, fortune-telling, forfeits and the like. Perhaps some kissing was done, too, but in telling the story to me the boys whose fortunes I am relating did not mention this, for reasons purely their own. “It’s the best party I ever attended in my life!” cried Boxy to Harry, as they passed each other in the hall. “Beats a stiff town party all to bits!” And Harry agreed with him. It was after five o’clock when some one suggested that they break up. Then clock and watches were consulted, and a raid was made on the closets where hats, bonnets, overcoats and tippets were stored. Fifteen minutes later the sleighs were brought around, good-bys were said, and off went the merry revelers, leaving the five boys to return to their camp in the early dawn, completely tired out, but happier than they had been for many a day. “I never expect to attend another party like it,” said Jack. “It is one of the brightest spots in the tour of the Zero Club, to my way of thinking.” “You are right, Jack. They treated us as if we were their warmest friends. It’s a pity city folks cannot do as well by their country cousins when they come to town.”