"You come along with me."
"Not much!"
"Why not?"
"First place, I'm not invited. Second place, I'm not dressed up, and you are. Extra, I don't want to look as though I were trotting up there after a reward."
"I'm not, either," Dick retorted with considerable spirit.
"I know you're not, but you can say 'no' for both of us, and for Greg thrown in."
"Then you won't come with me?"
"I'll feel more comfortable down here on Main Street," laughed Dave. "If you get back early enough you can tell me about it."
"If Mrs. Dexter doesn't want anything except to talk about rewarding us," grunted Prescott, "I can promise you that I'll be back bright and early."
"So long, then, and good luck!"