They all trooped down-stairs into the dining-room.
"What are we going to do after supper?" inquired Tom Clifton.
"Oh, walk around and see what's going on."
"Wish a fire or something else would happen," observed Nat, charitably. "Say, Somers, how long are you going to stay in this place?"
"About two or three days."
"H'm—hang it all, we ought to put in at least a week, eh, Chubby?"
Bob smiled, as he led the way out into the street.
"Well, Nat," he asked, "haven't you any news for us?"
Wingate began to laugh.
"Yes!" he answered, pulling a letter out of his pocket. "Listen to this, and you'll hear the funniest roast you ever came across."