Why don’t we have more lectures like that?
CHAPTER XVII.
STEADY OLD ADELA.
‘Leave, boys; leave!’ shouted Beefy one night, rushing in with battalion orders in his hand.
‘When is it?’ Ginger asked.
‘Next week.’
‘How long do we get, Beefy?’ I inquired.
‘Four days, my boys—four priceless days of priceless fun. Cheero!’ he concluded, throwing his cap in the air.