“What do you say to a swim?” said I.
“When?” said Ellery, sleepily.
“Why, now. How does it strike you, Mr. Hepburn?”
“Great.”
Ellery, still half asleep, rubbed his eyes and then saw Hepburn for the first time.
“Why, is it as early as that?” said he.
“Earlier,” said Hepburn, which was not so bad.
I had sat up in the hammock, and setting my feet in my slippers, I rose to my pajamaed height and said,
“This is the hottest ever. I’ll get the other fellows and we’ll go over to Marsh’s Pond and have a swim at sunrise.”
I tiptoed up to the hot box that contained Tom and Benedict and whispered to them, “Are you awake?”