"I'm going, I'm going!" cried Pud, as soon as Bill appeared.
"That's fine," said Bill in rather a gloomy tone.
"What's the matter?" asked Pud. "Don't they want you to go?"
"I'm not sure," said Bill. "Father is willing, but mother is making a big fuss. She's almost as bad as she was before I went to Pontiac."
"Gee, that's bad. I don't think they'll let me go unless you go," said Pud, and he too looked as if he had just lost his best friend.
"I'll just bet that your father persuades your mother to let you go," said Pud. "He did the other time, you know."
"Yes, that's so, but he told me as we walked down to school this morning that there really was some danger in such a trip as we planned and that he did not feel that he should persuade mother to let me go. He said that if he did and then something happened that he wouldn't have an excuse," said Bill.
"That's so," said Pud in a hopeless voice. "I guess it's all off, then, and I was counting on having such a fine summer."
"It's not all off. I'll have a chance to talk to mother this afternoon and I'll show her why she should let me go," said Bill.
"It's not so dangerous, is it?" asked Pud.