Bert prodded Nick with his foot. “Guess I’ll bunk in with you, old man,” he said.
“You’ll bunk on the window-seat, then. Why don’t you sleep in one of the rooms across the hall? No one would care.”
“Perhaps I will. Where’s that moon? Coming along with us, Pop?”
“I guess so. I’d like to stay in the water all night.”
“There’s the moon now, isn’t it?” asked Ted lazily.
“Someone lighted up in Fuller,” replied Bert. “Let’s go along down. We don’t have to have the moon, anyhow.”
“It’s a lot more fun,” said Nick drowsily, settling back against Bert’s knees. “Say, fellows, isn’t it nice that school begins day after tomorrow? Aren’t you all tickled to death?”
“Let’s not talk about it,” yawned Pop.
“No, come on and get that swim,” agreed Ted, getting to his feet and ungently tousling Bert’s hair. “If we wait for the moon we never will get in. And I’m hot and uncomfortable and——”
“Something’s happened to the moon,” murmured Nick. “Probably got a hot-box.”