CHAPTER XXIV
PAT CASEY CALLS.
THE next day we were all awakened by one of Minerva’s morning songs, but it was such a morning—the air was so bracing and fragrant, the sun so mellow, and yet not too hot, that not one of us felt that the song was out of place, and all four met on the porch a good half hour before breakfast.
“Well, Ellery, this is a great day to work. How would an epic do and we’ll delay luncheon a half hour, so that you can finish it.”
Ellery looked over the waving, billowing meadows. Then he looked at Cherry, rosy and vibrant with animation.
“I believe it’s going to do me more good if I lay off for a few days and get charged with some of this air.”
We all shrieked gaily at him.
“We could have told you so last night,” said Ethel.
“I did tell him so,” said I. “Here’s where you store up mental energy, but you might as well try to write at sea as to try to write up here. Let’s go put up the tennis net.”
“Oh, all right,” said Ellery. “I was going to ask Miss Paxton if she wouldn’t show me around the place a little. Have we time before breakfast?”
“Yes,” said Ethel, “but don’t go too far. Minerva’s going to have griddle cakes and real maple syrup and they need to be eaten hot.”