“Fellows, I’ve thought of a joke!”
“What is it?” demanded Jack.
“Hush! Listen, as the telephone girl says. Pray thee come hither,” and he led the three to a corner of the garage. Then ensued some whispering.
“How’s that?” demanded Norton, when he had concluded. “Won’t it be rich? The girls won’t know what is up, for we can get Bess and Belle into the car, without them seeing the rear of it.”
“It’s a good trick all right,” admitted Jack rather slowly, “I only hope they won’t get angry about it.”
“Angry!” cried Norton. “How could they be? According to your story they’ve done worse than that to you fellows lots of times.”
“Sure they have,” declared Ed. “Go ahead and do it.”
“I have my doubts,” spoke Walter, deliberately, “but I’m not going to be the kill-joy. Go ahead, I’ll do my share,” but he was not very enthusiastic.
“We can get the cloth and paint here,” went on Norton. “I’ll do the lettering. You can make the pudding, Jack.”
“All right. But who’s to get in the car with Belle?”