“Out at the plate!” he yelled.
Then they looked at each other and grinned.
“Get busy,” said Poke finally. “It’s most five o’clock. Say, you hate to unpack, don’t you?”
“Observe the trouble I saved myself at hall,” said Gil, pointing to his trunk. “If I’d unpacked there, as you did, I’d have had it all to do over again. See?”
“Well, as we aren’t likely to move again to-day you’d better get busy. Say, it was a great scheme of ours to get here early and be all settled ahead of the others, wasn’t it?”
“Marvelous,” agreed Gil ironically. “See us now!”
Poke looked over the room and grinned. “Looks as though it had been struck by a cyclone, doesn’t it? Say, this is a dandy big closet.”
“Well, don’t hog it all. Seen my trunk key anywhere?”
“Yes, I saw it on the window sill at hall.”