The weather report was favorable and Bob slept in peace. And when he opened his eyes on the following morning he found that Uncle Sam’s weather bureau had been right in this particular instance, for a lovelier fall morning, to his way of thinking, had never dawned.
He ate breakfast a little more quickly than usual, and had barely finished when the other radio boys were at his door loaded with lunches and ready to start. Jimmy especially was well furnished in the matter of provisions, for he carried two packages while the rest of the boys were content with one.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll be hunchbacked carrying both those bales of goods?” asked Herb, with mock anxiety.
“Not a bit,” responded Jimmy cheerfully. “One of them is full of doughnuts, and I expect to eat them on the way. You see I was in such a hurry that I didn’t eat much of a breakfast——”
“What?” exclaimed Bob.
“Can I believe my ears?” asked Herb plaintively.
“Say it again and say it slow,” urged Joe.
“I mean,” Jimmy hurried to correct himself, “not so much as I might have eaten. I had a bit of cereal——”
“Catch on to that ‘bit,’” murmured Herb.
“And some bacon and eggs and a slice of cold meat from the roast last night and some hot rolls and——”