Dave smiled in a superior sort of way.
“All right, Joe—here goes; we had this with us out west.” And, as the others crowded around, he untied the long package.
“Gee whiz—a telescope!” cried Joe. “I was always going to get one.”
Joe was noted for his consistent intention to do something which somebody else always did first.
“A beauty,” put in Aleck. “Let’s have a squint through it.”
“And won’t it be dandy to look at the stars!” chimed in Winter, the studious one. “Bully for you, Dave. Now, Jack, what’s in the other?”
“Jiminy, doesn’t the bridge look near?” cried Aleck, leveling the telescope through the open door. “Seems as if we were right on top of it. And that little boat over there isn’t little—it’s big, and—say—what’s this?”
Jack was holding up a small, framed picture.
“What do you think of that, fellows?” he asked, proudly. “I made it myself. Didn’t know I could paint, eh?”
“Best picture of a hat I ever saw,” declared Joe. “Don’t know just what style it is, but——”