Roger were assigned to two rooms directly opposite.
"You boys can divide up the rooms to suit yourselves," said Mrs. Endicott.
"Thank you, we will," they answered, and later arranged that Dave was to have one apartment and Roger the other, and Phil was to sleep one week with one chum and the next with the other.
"Say, but this suits me down to the ground!" cried the senator's son, after the boys had said good-night to the others. "It's a complete surprise. Like Jessie, I had an idea we'd have to rough it."
"I knew about what to expect, for Laura told me," answered Dave, with a smile. "I didn't say too much because I wanted you to be surprised. But it's better even than I anticipated. If we don't have the outing of our lives here, it will be our own fault."
"The Endicotts are certainly fine folks," said the shipowner's son, as he sat on the edge of a bed to unlace his shoes. "And Belle is—well, as nice as they make 'em."
"Hello, Phil must be smitten!" cried Roger. "Well, I don't blame you, old man."
"Who said I was smitten?" returned Phil, his face growing red. "I said she was a dandy girl, that's all."
