"And so it goes," concluded Jack. "There, I've told you all I know, and I've stayed longer than I ought to, but when I get to talking it's hard to stop. Now I'm going to cut."
"Maybe that money man will take an interest after all," suggested Andy;
"I doubt it;" and with that Jack was gone.
The brothers talked over his visit as they finished getting ready for bed. Frank was awake for some time after turning in. He was thinking of the conditions at Riverview and wondering what he and Andy could do to better them. It seemed a hopeless task. Frank dreamed that he had organized a crew and was rowing in a hotly contested race when he fell overboard. He could feel the cold water on his feet, and then a voice cried:
"Say, are you going to sleep all day? The rising bell has given its morning tinkle!"
Frank opened his eyes to see his brother standing at the foot of the bed with a suspended water pitcher. Frank still felt the dampness on his feet.
"What the mischief are you doing, Andy?" he demanded, drawing his pedal extremities under the covers.
"This is my new alarm clock," explained the younger lad. "I wanted to awaken you, but I desired to do it in a gentle manner, so I poured water on your tootsie-wootsies. Why do you sleep with your feet sticking out, anyhow?"
"Oh, that's some more of your jokes!" complained Frank. "But is it really morning?"
"If it isn't, it's a good imitation of it, and my stomach has its usual hungry feeling for breakfast. Come on—move lively, as the street car conductors say."