“Well, what shall we do now?” asked Jerry of his chums one afternoon, several days after the receipt of the letter from Professor Snodgrass. “I don’t just fancy any more autoing for the present.”
“What’s the matter with a ride in the motor boat?” asked Bob, for the boys owned one. It was kept in the boathouse near the residence of Mrs. Hopkins.
“Suits me,” agreed Ned, while Bob began:
“We can drop down the river to Anderson’s place and——”
“Get something to eat,” cut in Jerry.
“I didn’t say so!” Bob cried.
“No, but you thought it all right. Come on.”
The boys started for Jerry’s home, and at the foot of the long, green lawn that led up to the front porch Ned cried:
“I’ll race you to the front steps to see who pays for the ice cream sodas. Last man there pays!”
“All right!” assented Jerry.