“That’s fine!” cried Ned. “Come on and tell Bob.”
“Don’t have to,” said Jerry. “Here he comes now.”
The stout youth was, at that moment, walking along the street toward Ned’s house.
“Come on in!” cried Ned, as he opened the door while his chum was still on the steps.
“That’s what I was going to do,” responded Chunky. “Did you think I was going to sit out here? Of course I’m coming in. What’s the matter?” for he saw by Ned’s face that something unusual had occurred.
“Jerry’s got a letter from Nellie Seabury—they’re in lower California—we’re going—I mean they want us to come and pay them a visit—I mean—”
“Say, for mercy sakes stop!” cried Bob, holding both hands over his ears.
“I guess Ned’s a little excited,” suggested Jerry.
“You guess so—well, I know so,” responded Bob. “Are you all done?” and he cautiously removed his hands from his ears.
“Tell him about it, Jerry,” said Ned, and Jerry told the news.