"About—about Miss Comfort."
"Gee," said Bob, "I thought that was done with. What about her, Nod?" But Laurie shook his head, and their pleas for enlightenment were vain.
"You'll know all about it this afternoon," he said. "So shut up." A minute after he asked, "Say, Bob, does your father know the folks who run that quarry?"
"Yes, I guess so. He buys stone from them. Why?"
"I want to meet the head guy, president or general manager or whatever he calls himself. That's all."
"Want to meet him! What for? Going to get after him for not having a railing around the top of the bluff?"
"Not exactly. Know any one here who has a launch?"
"Lunch? Say, what are you talking about?"
"I didn't say lunch, you goop; I said launch, l-a-u—"
"Oh, launch! Why, no, I don't believe so. I know a fellow who owns a canoe—"
"Sure," agreed Laurie with deep sarcasm,
