“Wait!” warned Rector.
“I can’t. I’m too hungry.”
“Perhaps we have been rather rude, Professor,” admitted Tad. “I beg your pardon.”
“Show your repentance by making a fresh pot of coffee, as I have most of the first lot in my stocking,” reminded Professor Zepplin.
It seemed odd to be eating supper in broad daylight, whereas they ordinarily ate in the twilight or after dark. After supper, and when the remains were cleared away, the boys strolled about, talking. At ten o’clock the Professor called that it was time to turn in.
“But it isn’t dark yet,” protested Ned.
“The nights are short. Unless you turn in early you will not want to get up in the morning,” reminded Professor Zepplin.
“He never does,” averred Walter.
“I don’t want to turn in at chicken hours,” objected Stacy.
“Little boys should be in bed early,” said Tad smilingly.