"That is right. Not until an hour and a half after meals," agreed the Professor. "I imagine we shall have to wait longer than that this time."
"Never mind; we'll pull through somehow. We always have," encouraged Tad cheerfully. "We've gotten out of some pretty tight places, and I am sure we'll manage to weather this gale in one way or another."
"Gale? Huh! I wish we had a gale to weather," murmured Walter.
"Providing it was a wet one," added Stacy.
"That's so. Now wouldn't it be fine to have a rainstorm?" agreed Ned, with enthusiasm.
"We could cuddle in our tents and listen to the raindrops patter on the roof," suggested Stacy.
"No; we'd lie down on our backs outside, open our mouths wide——"
"Like a nest of young robins," laughed Tad.
"Yes. Only we'd fill our mouths with water instead of——"
"Boys, boys!" warned the Professor. "I fear you are drifting into questionable dinner topics again."