“Gosh, I hate to go in!” said Ernest. “Fatty may drop that thing any second.”
“Where are the boys?” Eddie asked the maid who answered the doorbell. “We want to see Henry Bascom.”
“I don’t believe he is up,” said the girl. “He came very late last night and Mrs. Harding said the boys were to sleep as long as they wished. I think you might go right up if you are friends of theirs,” she added.
“Thank you!” said Ernest.
Quietly they went up the stairs, quietly they opened the door indicated by the maid. And there, safe and sound, looking like a young human balloon in pink pajamas, was Fatty, sound asleep.
“My, my! Gaze on that!” said Ernest. “Looks like a baby dirigible, doesn’t he?”
The other boy heard, and sat up.
“Morning, Harvey!”
“Hello, you fellows,” said Harvey Harding joyfully. “I wish you could tell me some way of making this chap wake up.”
“Tickle his feet,” suggested Eddie cruelly.