[“Three boys lay at their ease in the shade of the white birches”]
“Four minutes past,” answered Roy, glancing at his watch and then following his chum’s example and sitting up.
“Wonder why it is,” Chub complained, “they can never get a boat-race started on time.”
“Or a hockey game,” added Dick with a chuckle. Roy tossed a twig at him and Dick caught it and transferred it to his mouth.
“Well, I wish they’d hurry,” said Chub. “I’m roasting. Say, wouldn’t you think those folks over there on the bank would die with the heat?”
“It’ll be a wonder if Harry doesn’t die,” said Roy.
“Why?” Dick asked.
“Because she had an examination this morning, and she’s going to try and get through by a quarter of eleven, and then race back here all the way from the Cove in time to see the finish of the race. And that Silver Cove road is just about the hottest place on earth!”
“She’s silly to try to do that,” said Dick anxiously. “You ought to have told her so, Roy.”