"You're right he did, and here it is," said Jimmy. And from under his
coat he produced an immense slab of delicious looking chocolate that
must have weighed all of a pound.
The shout that went up from his three friends might well have startled
the family upstairs.
"Jimmy, we've got to hand it to you; you're a good sport," cried Bob,
laughing. "I never really thought you'd ever bring any more, after
the way we ate what you had last night."
"I'm glad that you admit that you ate more than your share," said
Jimmy, severely. "But I thought I'd bring enough around to-night,
hoping there might be a little piece left over for me."
"I think that since he's so generous we ought to let him have a real
big piece," said Joe.
"Yes," grinned Herb. "But remember that chocolate candy is about the
worst thing a fat person can eat. It might be better for Doughnuts,
after all, if we took this away from him right away. I'd rather get
sick myself eating it than see him get any fatter."
"Say, how do you get that way?" demanded Jimmy in an aggrieved tone.
"I've never been able yet to get hold of enough candy to make me too
fat, and if I should, I'm the one that ought to worry about it."
"It looks to me as though there's enough there for all of us for a
week," said Bob. "Let's break it up and put it in this box over here,
and then anybody who wants any can help himself.
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