We all looked back and said, “Good night, old tree, see you later.” It seemed as if that big tree had been with us all day and we had come to be friends, sort of. Maybe it saw everything from up there and was laughing to itself at all the crazy things we did, hey?
As we went along toward the stateroad Dorry said, “Let’s take a hike straight north to-morrow.”
“Sure, for the North Pole,” Hunt said.
“You can count me out,” I told them. “I’m going over to Little Valley to-morrow to play tennis if anybody should ask you.”
Right away that crazy kid started jumping up and down, shouting, “What I know about you! What I know about you!”
I should worry about that bunch. Believe me, I was glad to think of getting rid of them for a day.
So long, I’ll see you later.
THE END