The repast was fully as good as the dinner served at Ryeport, and everybody enjoyed it greatly.
“And now for the Hall!” cried Dave.
“Glad to leave us?” asked Jessie, half-reproachfully.
“You know better than to ask such a question,” he replied. “But if we have got to get back to the grind, why, we might as well do it.”
“And I’m a bit anxious to see how the old place looks,” added the senator’s son.
“Dave, you can run the car to the Hall, if you wish,” said Mr. Porter, feeling sure the youth would like to do that very thing. 43
“All right.”
The touring automobile was brought around, and they were just getting in when there came a sudden hail from across the way.
“Hello, there, everybody!”
“It’s Dave Porter, and Roger, and Phil!” said somebody else.