“Why not bring them to the Clubhouse,” Honey asked. “I’d like to see them, too. While I’m working with my hands on one job, I like to be working with my head on the next.”
“Sure,” agreed Ralph, “I’m for that. I’ll join you to-night. Can you come, Frank?”
“I had meant to write to-night,” Frank said. “But of course I can put that off.”
“Has it ever occurred to you fellows,” Billy asked, “that just as soon as the boys are big enough for us to leave the women in their care, we can build a boat and visit the other four islands?”
“Gee!” Honey said. “Now you’re shouting. I never thought of that. Lord, how I would like to get away from this place for a while. Being shut in in any way always gets on my nerves.”
Ralph drew a long breath. “I never thought of it,” he admitted. “But it gives me a new lease of life.”
“I shall feel like Columbus,” Pete acknowledged, “and then some. Why it’s like visiting the moon—or Mars. And God knows we’ll need an other island or two in our business—provided we stay here for two or three generations more. We’ll be a densely populated world-center before we know it.”
“I was thinking,” Billy suddenly relapsed to the previous subject. “How about the women tonight? They always hate to have us leave them when we’ve been away all day,—and we’ve been here two days, remember.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” Honey answered. “I’m sure Lulu’ll be all right. There’s been the greatest change in her in the last few months.”
“Peachy won’t mind,” said Ralph. “She told me the other night to go to the Clubhouse as often as I wanted and stay as late.”