CHAPTER XII
FRANK’S QUEER LETTER
“What are we going to do this vacation?” asked Ned of his three chums, as they assembled the next Monday morning at the boat dock where they had agreed to meet.
“We had such a strenuous time Friday I haven’t been able to think of anything since,” said Frank. “Say that was the best last day yet, thanks to you, Ned.”
“That cow was the limit,” spoke Bart. “How did you happen to think of it?”
“Oh, it sort of came to me.”
“And the cow ‘sort of’ came up stairs,” cried Fenn. “Say, it was as good as a circus.”
“How did you do it?” asked Bart.
“It was easy enough once I got the farmer to consent. I met him down in the yard and laid the salt trail after he left. The cow did the rest.”
“Let’s go for a swim,” proposed Bart. “It’s getting hot, and the water ought to be fine. Come on up to the old hole.”