“What’s the use?” said Ernest. “We can start back soon, and it will only take two hours, you know.”
“I want to telephone now,” said Eddie. “You don’t know dad!”
“All right,” said Ernest. He got up. “So long, my merry, merry little friends!”
“Where you goin’ then?” demanded Fatty, hoisting his striped pinkness out of bed.
“Back to Louisville,” replied Ernest. “I want to see what is going on over there. This life-saving trip made us lose a lot of fun and excitement.”
“Why can’t I go too?” said Fatty. “I never had a ride in a plane. There is room for three, isn’t there?”
Eddie groaned. “Have a heart, boy!” said he. “You and I will have to sit in one seat.”
“I won’t mind,” said Fatty generously. “I don’t mind being a little crowded.”
“Of course not!” said Eddie ruefully. “You never get crowded! It is the other fellow who comes out looking like a cancelled stamp. But you can tag along if Ern don’t mind.”
“Of course he can go as far as I care,” said Ernest.