“Tom and I will come for you, we’ll go to the summer resort on the west shore of the lake, and row to the island. It will be sport. Now pray for good weather.”
“And you boys pray that there aren’t any snakes,” added Miss Tyler.
“Nor ants in the butter,” went on Ruth, as the boys bade the girls good-by.
[CHAPTER XIII]
A SPORTY COMPANION
“Where’s my blue tie?” cried Tom, tumbling about the things on his bureau. “Have you seen it, Phil?”
“Well, I like your nerve! Yes, I used it as a shoe polishing rag,” remarked Phil sarcastically. “You’ll find it on the blue-tie hook, I should say. Why don’t you look there.”
“Blue-tie hook?” queried Tom.