“I’ll tell you what I would like mighty well,” put in Blumpo. “I would like to leave town and take to the woods.”
“Why, Blumpo, you must have been reading my thoughts!” cried Harry. “I was thinking exactly the same thing.”
“Take to the woods?” repeated Jerry. “What do you mean? Clear out from home entirely?”
“No, no,” laughed Harry. “I mean to go off for a while—say, two or three weeks or a month. Sail up the lake and camp out, you know.” “Oh!” Jerry’s face took on a pleased look. “I would like that myself, especially if we could go fishing and swimming whenever we wanted to.”
“I’ve had it in my mind for several days,” Harry continued, slowly. “I was going to speak of it yesterday, but I didn’t get the chance.”
“You mean you want me to go with you?” asked Jerry.
“Yes. Don’t you think your folks would let you?”
“They might. Who else would go along, do you think?”
“I haven’t thought of any one else. We might ask—” and Harry hesitated in thought.
“What’s the matter with asking me?” put in Blumpo, with a serenity that took away the lack of politeness in his remark. “I’m just as tired of Lakeview as anybody.”