wasting time. Wish vacation was here, so we could get away somewhere into the wilds again."
"Sure, so do I," answered Peanut, "but me for having all the fun I can while I'm in civilization. Where are we going to hike this summer, by the way?"
"I've been thinking about that," said Art. "I was thinking about it in study period—that's why I flunked my history recitation. Got a good idea, too."
"Out with it," said Peanut.
"The White Mountains," said Art. "It came to me while I was looking at that picture of the Alps which hangs on the side wall. These mountains about Southmead, they're not really mountains—only hills. But we've had a lot of fun climbing 'em. Think what fun it would be to climb real mountains. We can't get to the Alps or the Rockies, but Mr. Rogers told me once it wouldn't cost any more to hike over the White Mountains than it cost us to go to the Dismal Swamp."
"Me for them," cried Peanut. "That means saving twenty-five dollars between now and July. Wow! I'll have to do some hustling!"
"You'll have to cut out some candy," laughed Art.
"I've not bought any candy since—since yesterday," the other replied. "Whom'll we take with us on this hike?"
