“Is Sadie in the scrape?” Bob asked, thinking of the trouble caused by her participation in the excursion.
“No, of course not. You see we’ve got to go in Saunder’s boat, an’ she couldn’t do that, you know. I expect it’ll be a big time, ’cordin’ to the way the fellers are gettin’ ready for it.”
Josiah was mildly pleased with the proposition; but he was a thoughtful boy, and could not prevent himself from mentally asking what might be the result if all these young gentlemen who proposed giving a feast in his honor should visit the Shindle farm during the following summer.
Bob and Tom were not troubled by any such possibility, simply because it did not chance to come into their minds; and both were in a high state of excitement as they led the way to Baker’s Court.
CHAPTER XII.
THE MUSEUM.
When Josiah awakened next morning, his first thought was that his stay had nearly come to an end.
It was Friday; and on the following day his father would arrive to take him home,—a fact which gave him no slight amount of satisfaction.
His visit to the city had been very pleasant, but at the same time he was beginning to think the Shindle farm a more desirable place of residence than any he had seen since leaving Berry’s Corner.
Then, again, the state of his finances was such as to render it necessary for him to return very soon, unless he was willing to remain without sufficient money to pay his share of the expenses.
The cash expended for tickets from Coney Island had depleted his funds to an alarming and unexpected extent.