"Then tell him, by all means," assented Mrs. Kimball. "May we count
on you, if we make up a party to go to the West Indies?" she asked of
Harry.

"I'm afraid not, thank you. I'd give anything to go, but I can't
spare the time from college. Some other occasion, perhaps."

As Walter had predicted, Jack took fire at once oh hearing the
proposal.

"It'll be great!" he declared. "I've always wanted to go. I wonder
what sort of a boat we could get down there, Wally? It would be
immense to go on a cruise, among those hundreds of islands."

"Time enough to think of that when we get there, old man. Then you'd
like to go?"

"I sure would. Tell Mr. Robinson thanks--a hundred times."

"I'll save some of them for to-morrow; it's getting late. Now turn
over, and go to sleep."

"Sleep! As if I could sleep with that news! Let's talk about it!"

And they did--the girls coming up with Mrs. Kimball for a brief chat.
Then the invalid was ordered to quiet down for the night.

Walter, with Harry, who was to remain at the Kimball residence for a
few days, went home with the Robinson twins in their car, Cora