“Posilutely O. K.,” said Hervey. He was nothing if not compliant and accommodating.
Mr. Walton, always thoughtful and deliberate, paused considering. “I think it would be best for you to go up next Saturday, then we’ll know you’re settled there before we go.”
“Believe me, I’m never settled,” said Hervey.
“Well, as near settled as it’s possible for you to be; that better?” Mr. Walton queried.
“Sure thing.”
“Then he wouldn’t be able to go to Boston and see us sail,” said Mrs. Walton.
“That’s where you said something,” said Hervey. “I’m going to Boston, that’s settled.”
“No, I think we’ll settle it the other way,” Mr. Walton reflected. “You better go up next Saturday, Herve. Boston is too slow for you anyway. Seeing folks sail isn’t much pleasure.”
“I bet I could be a stowaway, hey?”
“You go up to camp next Saturday,” said Mr. Walton. “That councilor, what’s his name⸺”