"Vot?" gasped the German boy. "Do da make you bay to took pictures?"
"Why, didn't you know that? I thought you read the new patent and copyright laws."
"No, I got somet'ing else to do, Dom. By chiminy! Of da charge so much as dot I ton't took no bictures, not much!"
"Well, maybe we can fix it so you won't have to pay any license," returned Tom, calmly. "But jump in—dinner is waiting for us at home."
"Say, what a dandy car!" cried Fred. "I've been anxious to see it ever since you wrote about it."
"Tell us all about dear old Putnam Hall," said Sam to Hans, when the crowd were on the way to the farm, and the German boy told them all the news. Then Fred told about himself, and how he was thinking of going into business with his uncle.
"Where are you going to camp?" asked Fred, just before the farm was reached.
"We thought of going up the Swift river," said Dick. "But maybe we'll go over to Lake Nasco. There is a fine spot up there for camping, and we can have the use of a small sailboat."
"That would be fine, Dick!"
"We'll talk it over tonight—after you have had supper."
