“Do you s’pose he meant it?” asked Bob. “I’m very fond of cocoanut pie.”
“Go ahead,” remarked Jerry with a laugh. “You’ve got Chunky interested, Ned, as soon as you mention something good to eat.”
“I guess Noddy was in earnest all right,” went on Ned. “He insisted on showing me a lot of papers. It appears he bought the land through seeing an advertisement in a magazine. You pay so much down and so much a month, and the advertisement says you can make enough raising cocoanuts to meet all your monthly installments. Noddy said he had secured a big tract down there.”
“Where’d he get the money?” asked Bob.
“From his father, I s’pose. Mr. Nixon is rich, and Noddy is the only child. That’s what makes him spoiled.”
“When’s he going down to the land of the everglades?” inquired Jerry.
“He starts in a week.”
“In what part of Florida is his cocoanut plantation located?” asked Bob.
“Near Lake Okeechobee.”
“I’d like to go to Florida,” observed Bob. “It’s a nice place to read about. Lovely climate, nothing to do but gather oranges, bananas and cocoanuts, watch the manatees and turtles, lie in the shade and—and—”