night, Perry. Think your folks'll let you go to the movies?"
"I'll ask them. I ought to study, but—but I guess I'm too excited." Perry laughed softly. "Say, a fellow doesn't save a train-robber from the police every day, does he?"
"I guess not! I guess if the fellows knew what we'd been up to to-day they'd open their eyes!"
"I suppose, though, we oughtn't to tell them."
"Hm, well, not for a long while," answered Fudge.
As Fudge had remained away from the theater for some time, his mother, after extracting a promise to get up early and study his lessons before breakfast, at last consented to let him go, and Fudge was leaning over Perry's fence promptly at twenty minutes to eight and whistling his doleful signal. Perry joined him without his cap and spoke subduedly.
"Will you wait a few minutes, Fudge?" he asked apologetically. "Dad and mother are going with us. Do you mind very much?"
Fudge kicked the base-board of the fence, a reckless thing to do considering the condition of it, and finally replied with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm: "Of course not—much. What they going for, Perry? I didn't know they ever went."
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