"Let me do it, Mrs. Norton," he said.
He grabbed the pitcher and tray and poured out a glass for her; then went around the circle. It tasted fine on a warm night.
"Mr. Chairman," said Mr. Norton, after we had emptied the pitcher. "I want to call up the question of our camping trip. Have you boys thought about the matter?"
"We haven't thought of much else," Hank told him.
"Well, how about it? Shall we camp out above Peck's Falls? What do you say, William?"
"It's too near home," said Bill. "Ma would get scared the first night and call me back."
"That certainly would be serious. What do you say, Mr. Secretary?"
"I say so, too," I told him. "It's fine up there and wild and all that, but let's go where we never have been before."
"How about it, Mr. President?"
"It's me for the hike," said Skinny.