“Up the river somewhere. We’ll take a couple of canoes——”
“You’re always suggesting schemes that demand physical exertion,” protested his roommate. “Why don’t you ever think up something easy? Why not stay just where we are and have a good, sensible time? It’s warm here and I’m quite comfortable.”
“What do you say, Dan?” asked Alf, turning his back on Tom and his objections.
“I’m game,” said Dan. “I love these pleasure exertions. How about you, Gerald?”
“I’d love to go. It seems a shame to stay around school when we have a holiday. What time would we get back? You know we’re going for an automobile ride at four.”
“That’s something I like,” said Tom approvingly. “That’s my idea of pleasure—just as long as I don’t have to blow up any tires.”
“We’d be back by three, easy,” declared Alf. “What time is it now? Twenty of eleven? Come on then, fellows. I’ll go down and see what I can get in the kitchen. You find those football rugs, Tom, and the rest of you hustle into your sweaters. We’ll meet at the boat house in a quarter of an hour.”
“In that case,” murmured Tom, “I have ten minutes more of comfort.”
“I’ll have to telephone my father,” said Gerald. “He doesn’t want me to go canoeing, you know, after what happened last spring.”