"I've a good mind not to tell you at all," grunted Pee Wee.
"Say! you're not telling any of us very fast," whispered Fred, giving the fat boy a poke. "Get busy! some of the others will wake up."
"I'll tell you," whispered Perry Wise, earnestly. "I have the grandest father! He says I can have you three down to Bass Cove, if your folks will let you come. What do you know about that?"
"Oh—fine!" gasped Fred, when he could get his breath.
All three of the boys had heard about that summer place. Pee Wee was never weary of talking about it.
"Sure he'll let us come?" demanded Mouser, wide awake on the instant.
"That's what I said. I've been asking him in my letters. And he saw you to-day—and mother, too—and he said 'yes.' He liked you all—'specially Bobby—and he says you all can come."
"Say!" gasped Fred. "That'll be great. Won't it, Bobby?"
"I should say," admitted his chum. "And I was wondering what would become of me before my folks got home again."
"We'll go clamming, and crabbing, and fishing, and sailing—oh, crickey!" gasped Fred, with his head under the bedclothes, "what won't we do?"