"Do we?"
"What's the matter? Been up all night?"
"No. We got lots of sleep."
"Fine. Little boys shouldn't stay out late at night. It's bad for 'em. By the way," continued Chet airily, "I'm going out fishing to-night. I wonder if you'd like to come and sit on the shore and watch me."
Frank took careful aim with an algebra and hurled it at the jester, but Chet dodged and took to flight, chuckling heartily.
"Fish!" shrieked Jerry Gilroy, from a point of vantage on the steps.
"Fresh fish!" roared Phil Cohen.
"Whales for sale—ten cents a pound," chimed in Biff Hooper.
"How on earth did they hear about it?" gasped Joe. "We're in for it now."
"Just have to grin and bear it. Let's get into the classroom."