“Yes,” he was saying. “That’s all right. We’ll start right after breakfast. Thank you very much. Good-by.”
As he hung up the receiver George turned to his friends and said, “What would you fellows say if I told you that I had some word about the car?”
“We would all say that it was a good word, anyway,” said Fred promptly.
“I was just talking to my father who told me that he had received a telegram this morning from Newburgh.”
“That’s in New York State,” spoke up Fred.
“Correct,” answered George. “I’m glad that for once in your life you are correctly informed.”
“You want to be thankful,” retorted Fred, “that once in your life you were able to appreciate the information I possess. I haven’t a stingy thing about me, and I have been trying to be generous and give you some of the knowledge I have acquired, after long and painful effort, but you do not seem to appreciate my kind heart.”
“My father says that the best thing for us to do will be to take the old car and go straight to Newburgh. We may have to stay all night, so you had better go prepared.”
“We aren’t going before breakfast, are we?” demanded Grant.
“No, my lean and hungry friend, we’ll wait until the wants of the inner man are satisfied.”