"Now, how long are you going to stay here, you beast?" glared
Fred Ripley, though he did not dare emphasize his displeasure
by stirring. It was an instance in which his own displeasure
amounted to infinitely less than that of the dog.
Over at the hotel Dick Prescott was reading this telegram to his
chums:
"Letter received. Am communicating with other members of Council.
Will let you know when I have word. Signed Howgate."
"Oh, you'll get your authorization all right," Laura declared
cheerily. "It's only a matter of form."
Laura did not tell something she knew---to the effect that at
her request Dr. Bentley had wired Mr. Howgate, urging that the
permission be granted to the boys to race as a high school
organization.
"May we take you young ladies out in the canoe this morning?"
Dick inquired.
"Only a few of us, or for very short, trips," Laura replied.
"The fact is, we girls are to play hostess to you this noon."
"Hostess?" asked Dave, looking puzzled.
"Yes; we are going to be your hostesses at luncheon," Laura smiled.
"But I thought you girls were going to skip luncheon in favor
of the picnic meal to-night."
"Wait until you boys see the luncheon," laughed Susie Sharp, "and
you'll be sure to think we might as well have skipped that meal.
It will be light and shadowy, I promise you. Toast, lettuce
salad, moonbeam soup, sprites' cake, feather pudding and ghost
fruit.
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