“I know mother wouldn’t want me to miss the fun,” said John; “but of course I’ll consult her. Still, I think you can count on me, Wilkinson.”
Much as Roger would have enjoyed the adventure, he was too thoughtful of Doris to suggest going in for it. And so the party of six were arranged for.
CHAPTER XIII
THE NIGHT AT THE TEA-HOUSE
The six boys who were preparing to spend the night at the tea-house stopped at Harris’s early after supper on the day selected for their adventure. All the girls except those who were on their vacations were waiting on the porch to see them.
“Tell us what you are taking!” begged Marjorie, as they came up on the porch.
“Well, let’s see,” said John. “Not a whole lot—a blanket apiece—”
“Oh, I don’t mean that kind of things!” interrupted Marjorie. “I mean interesting things!”
“Oh—well, a revolver apiece, flash-lights, cigarettes, matches, and so forth. By the way, is anybody going to get us any breakfast tomorrow morning?”
“We’ll all be down early,” said Lily. “I for one don’t expect to sleep a wink!”
“Just watch her!” laughed Marjorie.