“Well,” said Fred, “John wants it over in that hollow, but I say it ought to be up on this little plateau.”
“I think you’re right, Fred,” said George. “We won’t get so many flies up there.”
“Just what I said,” exclaimed Fred triumphantly. “What do you think about it, Grant?”
“I think your place is better,” said Grant. “Besides everything else we’ll have a good view of the lake from there.”
“All right,” said John, pretending to be very sad. “You all seem to be against me so I guess I’ll have to give in.”
“You see, String,” exclaimed George with a sly twinkle in his eye, “we all know so very much more about this business than you do that you might just as well take our advice in everything.”
“You talk too much, Pop,” said John shortly, which remark drew a laugh of glee from George who had tried to irritate his friend and was delighted at having succeeded.
“I say we all stop talking and get to work on the tent,” said Grant. “We can do all the fooling we want later.”
“Great idea, Grant,” exclaimed George, who was in excellent spirits at the prospect of all the good times ahead of them. “You’re a wonder.”
“You were right when you said Pop talked too much, String,” laughed Grant. “We’ll put him to work now, though.”