“Well, of all the sights that are good for sore eyes!” cried Ned, as he hurried forward to greet the girls, an example followed by his chums. “What fine wind blew you here?”
“We didn’t come in an airship!” burst out Andy Rush. “I wanted to, but they wouldn’t—’fraid they’d fall—swoop up—swoop down—get here quicker—fall maybe—maybe not—lots of fun, anyhow. Gosh, it’s great—I say, fellows, are you going––”
Jerry gently but firmly took hold of Andy by the ear, and, pointing to Professor Snodgrass, 45 who was wandering about a distant field in search of possible insects, said:
“Andy, you go and aid in the interests of science, and, incidentally, cool off. We’ll see you later.”
And Andy, whose rapid flow of words had been suddenly stopped, looked once at the tall, bronzed lad, and then followed the instructions to the letter. So, whether he wanted it or not, Professor Snodgrass had the assistance of the small youth.
“Well! Well!” exclaimed Jerry, as he shook hands lingeringly with Alice. “How did you get here?”
“Going to enlist?” asked Ned.
“Maybe they’re going to join the girls’ motor corps,” suggested Bob, who had attached himself to Helen.
“No, we just came on a visit,” explained Mollie.
“To see us?” asked Ned.