"Fine—and as to that train—nothing doing," said Mr. Goodwin. "You'll all get in my touring car after lunch, and the driver'll take you over to Crawford's, and show you some sights on the way. I'll tell him to take you through Bethlehem first. Now, don't say no! I want to do that much for you."
The Scouts thanked him, and agreed to be ready at two o'clock, on the next day, for the start. They rose from dinner now, and strolled out-of-doors. There was music at the Profile House.
The entire party loitered along the board walk in front of the cottages, with the great, dark wall of Lafayette going up against the stars directly across the road, and sat on the Profile House veranda a while, listening to the music within. Dancers came out and walked back and forth in front of them between dances—men in evening clothes, girls in low-necked white dresses. It was very gay. But how sleepy the Scouts were becoming! Mr. Rogers saw it, and whispered to their hostess. They walked back to the house, got the book, said good-night, and once more tramped down the road.
"Gee, it's ten o'clock," said Art. "Awful dissipated, we are."
Peanut yawned. "Bet I'll hate to get up to-morrow. Wow, some class to that dinner, though! Ain't you glad we were heroes, boys?"
