"You're such a fibber, Tom Reade!" declared Susie Sharp.
"A falsifier?" demanded Tom indignantly. "Nothing like it, Miss
Susie! The worst you can say of me is that I have the imagination
of an inventor."
"Tweedledum and tweedledee!" laughed Clara.
"It does seem good to see you boys up here," Belle went on with
enthusiasm. "How long are you going to stay?"
"In other words, how soon are you going to be rid of us?" asked
Danny Grin.
"Are you speaking for yourself, Mr. Dalzell?" Belle returned tartly.
"I inquired more particularly about the others."
Dan quite enjoyed the laugh on himself, though he replied quickly:
"The others have to go home when I do. They had to promise that
they would do so."
"We have been camping at Lake Pleasant for two days," Dick explained.
"We came up herewith our canoe and camping outfit on Billy Heckler's
wagon. We brought along Harry's bull-dog to watch the camp.
As to how long we'll stay, that depends."
"Depends upon what?" Clara asked.
"On how long our funds hold out," Prescott explained, with a frank
smile. "You see, all our Wall Street investments have turned
out badly."
"I'm truly sorry to hear that young men of your tender age should
have been drawn into the snares of Wall Street," retorted Clara
dryly.
"So, having had some disappointments in high finance," Prescott
went on, "we can stay only as long as our _dog fund_ lasts.
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