"Tom, you're positively the worst boy ever!" said Nellie, but the way she spoke told she meant just the opposite.
"I tell you vot've vos do, Tom," suggested Hans. "Ve vos form a boetry association alretty, hey? Songpirt can be der bresident."
"What will you be, secretary?" asked Fred.
"No, I vos peen treasurer," answered Hans.
"Hans wants the money," put in Dick.
"Dot's it," answered the German youth calmly. "Ven dem udder fellers makes up pad verses I vos fine dem a tollar, und ven I gits enough tollars I skip me to Canada or Mexigo, hey?" And he said this so comically everybody had to laugh.
The automobiles had been ordered down to the dock and were already in waiting. Each was in charge of a chauffeur, and soon the boys and girls went ashore and piled in. Dick and Dora, Sam and Grace, and Fred got in the first turnout and the others in the second.
"Now do not go too far," said Mrs. Stanhope, "and be sure and keep on roads that are safe."
"And do not stay out later than ten o'clock this evening," added Mrs. Laning.
"Oh, we'll be back safe and sound and on time," cried Dick. "So don't worry about us."
"Those are both powerful machines," was Mr.
