“Well, I presume it’s no use saying no, so I may as well consent,” answered Mr. Slade. “But I guess it will take you longer than until to-morrow to get ready.”
“We can start next week,” put in Jerry. “That will suit the professor.”
“Excellent,” spoke the scientist, as he began creeping up on an unsuspecting June bug that was crawling on the table.
“That settles it!” remarked Ned. “Now let’s get a geography and lay out a line of march.”
“Is my son here?” asked a woman’s voice, and the boys looked up to see Jerry’s mother and Mrs. Slade standing in the library door.
“Here I am,” replied Jerry. “What is it, mother?”
“I was calling in this neighborhood,” went on Mrs. Hopkins. “I knew you were here and I thought I’d step in and ask you to take me home.”
“Of course I will, mother. We were just planning another cruise.”
“You’re always doing that,” said Mrs. Hopkins with a sigh. “I can’t see why you boys don’t stay home one vacation.”
“We want to see the world,” declared Ned. “This time we are going to Florida.”