"Think of the sailing breeze we've seen blowing lots of mornings when we couldn't go out," grumbled Dick. "Isn't it infernal luck?"
"Why don't you take your car and go for a spin," Nancy suggested.
"Wheeler has it, silly. He's meeting Bob."
"I couldn't go motoring anyway," put in Walter. "I've got the dogs to chase round."
"You're not going out with them now," objected Dick.
"Not quite yet. I had them out before breakfast."
"What do you say we go over and fool round with the radio a while?" Dick yawned. "We've nothing better to do."
"All right. We can at least listen in for a spell. We've got that far."
"You boys better not go getting that wireless all out of order while Bob is away," cautioned Nancy. "He'd be ripping mad to get home and find it out of commission. Father wouldn't like it, either."
"Oh, we're not going to hurt the precious radio," sniffed Dick. "Don't you think we know anything?"