“That’s so, it’s debate night, isn’t it?” said Nick. “Who’s going? You, Bert?”
“I suppose so. You?”
“Well, if there was anything better——!”
“There’s a moon,” said Jimmy tentatively.
“Go on, pray! Your words interest me strangely,” prompted Nick, assuming an attitude of suspense.
“And there’s a river——”
“I get you! Will you go, Bert?”
“Bathing? I guess so. Let’s find Hugh. You’ll come, Baker?”
“Thanks, but I’ve got——” Dud stopped abruptly. Jimmy, smiling sweetly, had surreptitiously kicked him on the shin.