"I sure do. I want to see how they dip chocolates," Van answered. "It's all aboard to-morrow morning, then," Mr. Carlton said as he lit his after-dinner cigar. "There's one thing, Dad, that it's only fair to warn you about," called Bob, turning on the lowest step of the stairway to address his father. "Our expedition may cost you something. You see they probably won't let us eat any candy at the factory; we'll just have to walk round with our eyes open and our hands crammed into our pockets to keep from swiping it. All the time we'll be getting up a tremendous candy appetite, and the minute we get outside we'll just have to make a bee-line for the first candy shop in sight and get filled up. So you must be prepared to cash in for refreshments." The corners of Mr. Carlton's mouth twisted into an enigmatic smile. "I'll agree to pay for as much candy as you care to eat," he said, accepting the challenge without objection. Bob stared at him. "Do you mean it?" "Certainly. Why do you question it?" "But"--faltered Bob in amazement, "you never promised anything like that before." "I may never promise it again, so make the most of it," was the dry retort. Although Bob did not reply he by no means forgot the unprecedented offer, and that the memory of it might be equally fresh in his father's mind he spoke of it once again when the three parted the next morning. "Well, Dad, we're off for the Bonbon World," he called as he passed the library door where his father sat looking over the morning's mail. "Remember you are going to O.K. any candy bills we run up." "I'm backing you for all you can eat," nodded Mr. Carlton. "Dad sure is game!" Bob declared as he and Van stepped into the waiting motor-car and began their ride to the factory. "He'll play it out, too. He never goes back on his word." "I'm afraid he'll be in for something then," grinned Van. Both boys were more than ever convinced of the truth of this remark when they entered the factory and were greeted by the mingled aroma