CHAPTER XIII
WHAT WASHINGTON BONES HAD TO TELL
Dave was the first of the four chums to awaken in the morning. He glanced toward the window, to find it covered with frost and snow, thus leaving the room almost dark. The wind was still blowing furiously, and the room was quite cold. Without disturbing Ben our hero looked at his watch and found that it was almost eight o’clock. He leaped up and commenced to dress.
“Hello! getting up already?” came sleepily from his roommate, as Ben stretched himself and rubbed his eyes. “It must be pretty early.”
“That’s where you’re mistaken, Ben,” was Dave’s answer. “In a few minutes more it will be eight o’clock.”
“You don’t say so! How dark it is! But I suppose it’s the frost on the window makes that,” went on the real estate dealer’s son, as he, too, got up. “Phew! but it’s some cold, isn’t it?” and he started to dress without delay.
The noise the two boys made in moving around the room aroused the others, and soon they too were getting up.
“Wow! Talk about Greenland’s Icy Mountains!” commented Phil, with a shiver. “How’d you like to go outside, Roger, just as you are, and have a snowball fight?”
“Nothing doing!” retorted the senator’s son, who was getting into his clothing just as rapidly as possible. “Say, fellows, but this surely is some snowstorm!” he continued, as he walked to the window and scraped some frost from a pane of glass so that he could catch a glimpse of what was outside. “It’s still snowing to beat the band!” he announced.