"
Bob stirred under vigorous shaking, opened his eyes sleepily, and saw
Frank bending over him. His chum had thrown a bathrobe over his
pajamas. The door between their connecting rooms stood open. The early
morning sunlight of a bright June day streamed in the open windows.
"Whazzamatter?" grunted Bob, and closing his eyes he turned over and
prepared to snatch an extra forty winks. But Frank shook him again.
"Come on," said he. "Stir your stumps. We can slip out before anybody
else awakes, grab something to eat in the pantry, and go down to the
shed and tinker on the plane. Come on, Bob, we can get in a couple of
hours work before going to church."
Bob was wide awake by now, and pleased at the prospect held out by his
chum. Tumbling out of bed, he headed for the shower in the bathroom
which the boys used in common, but Frank restrained him.
"Make too much noise," said Frank. "Anyhow, we can take a plunge down
at the beach before going to the shed. Come on, get into some old
duds and let's hurry."
The boys were dressed in short order. In the pantry, to which they
tiptoed, they found cold tongue and ham, bread and butter, with which
they hurriedly made several sandwiches apiece. It was not much of a
breakfast, but their appetites were those of youth and they enjoyed
it.
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