“I’ll go and telephone home and ask them to send the car back,” said Gerald.
“That’s the ticket. But, look here, what about dressing? Do we get into our party rags now or after the ride?”
“Afterwards,” said Gerald. “We’ll come back at six and dinner isn’t until seven.”
“Good!” said Alf. “I’ll just crawl over and eradicate some of the signs of travel; and incidentally get about a quart of cinders out of my eyes. We’ll come up to the room in about ten minutes, Dan.”
“Right O! I don’t think a little exercise with a whisk broom and soap and water would hurt me any, either. What’s this?”
“This,” answered Tom, “or rather, these, are the glasses, Dan. I appoint you a committee of one to restore them to the kitchen.”
“You run away and play! Take them back yourself, you old lazy chump!”
“But I didn’t borrow them. They might not like——”
“Neither did I. Give them to Alf.”
But Alf had already departed, and with a groan Tom made his way to Whitson, limping pathetically. On the steps he paused and looked back at Dan, who had watched the performance amusedly. Tom raised the hand holding the tumblers high in air.