“Why not?” Jerry demanded. “When mother said she couldn’t come out I hustled over and got you fellows, and here we are. But what’s your reason for thinking it isn’t business, Ned, that has brought our folks together at my house?”
“Because of some questions my father asked me this morning.”
“Serious questions?” Bob interrogated.
“Well, in a way, yes. He asked me what I’d been doing lately, what you fellows had been doing, and he wanted to know what my plans were for this winter.”
“What did you tell him?” inquired Jerry, slowing down as he came to the crest of another hill.
“Oh, I said we hadn’t decided yet. I didn’t tell him we had talked over making a tour of the South, for we hadn’t quite decided on it; had we?”
“Not exactly,” responded Jerry. “And yet the South is the place when winter comes. I guess we might do worse.”
“Well, I didn’t say anything about that,” went on Ned, “because, if I had, dad would have wanted to know all the particulars, and I wasn’t in a position to tell him.”
“Is that all he asked you that makes you think the conference may be about us, instead of business?” Bob inquired.