There's an entrance they'll never guard and we can use that."
For the next few days the four chums were busy at home every spare
moment. Their folks wondered what was in the wind, but the boys kept
their own counsel.
"Have you got any cheese?" asked Bart of his mother one evening.
"What for? Are you hungry?" asked Alice, looking up from the
first-aid-to-the-injured book that she was studying.
"No, but I'm going to feed it to those who are hungry," her
brother replied.
"Do you want it for some poor persons?" asked Mrs. Keene. "I think, Bart,
I can give them something better than cheese."
"No; cheese is just what's wanted," Bart answered. "You see it's a
secret."
"Oh, I guess he's going to have some sort of an initiation in a secret
society!" exclaimed Alice. "Tell me about it, Bart, I'll never breathe a
word of it, really I won't."
"I'd like to, Sis, but I can't," Bart replied. "It's very secret."
Bart got the cheese and took it to his room. Alice tried to tease
him into telling her what he wanted of it, but Bart maintained a
provoking silence.
"All right!" declared Alice.
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