Jerry arose from his chair. The light of excitement gleamed in his eyes.
“I have it, fellows,” he cried.
“What! Not that rare pink butterfly?” cried the professor, showing great interest.
“No, but a plan. Let’s go to Florida in the Dartaway. It will be a fine trip. We’ll take you with us, Professor. There’s lots of room.”
For a moment no one spoke. Jerry stood up looking from his chums to the professor, and then to Mr. Slade.
“I would like nothing better than to go with you boys,” Mr. Snodgrass answered. “When can you start?”
“To-morrow!” cried Ned. “That’s a fine idea, Jerry! That beats drawing papers from a hat. Florida it is! What do you say, Bob?”
“Couldn’t be better. I always was fond of oranges and cocoanuts.”
“Then we’re off for the everglades!” exclaimed Ned, beginning to do a dance around the room. “Can we go, father?”