“We’re all right,” Jim shouted to Aunt Belle, and added to his step-brother, “I’ll let you have the honor of putting her ladyship up if you like.”
“You’d better,” Bob growled. “Next time I won’t go to sleep. You go in and hop to bed. I’ll explain to Aunt Belle.” That arrangement was entirely satisfactory to Jim, and in five minutes he was in their room, in ten minutes he was stretched out in his pajamas and sound asleep. It was noon when he opened his eyes. Bob was on the second cot and was just turning over.
“Hello, Old Timer.”
“Hello yourself. What day is it?”
“Same one. Say, Jim did you notice the lake when we got home?”
“Didn’t notice a blooming thing. Is the house afloat?”
“Not yet. It rained some more. Woke me up about nine o’clock. I’d thought of going over today and have a talk with Hezzy, but I changed my mind,” Bob announced.
“Wise lad.”
“You never did cotton up to Hezzy did you?”
“Not so you could notice it.”