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Chapter 12. Susie Discomfits A Boor |
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_ CHAPTER XII. SUSIE DISCOMFITS A BOOR Laura Bentley bit her lips. She flushed, then started to rise, but Susie Sharp gently pushed her back into her seat, then crossed to an electric button in the frame of a window. A bell-boy promptly answered Susie's ring. "Will you kindly ask the manager to come here at once?" asked Susie. As it happened, the manager was no further away than the corridor. He came in quickly, bowing. "Mr. Wright," asked Susie coldly, nodding toward Fred Ripley, who stood leaning over a chair, smiling insolently, "will you kindly have this objectionable person removed? He is annoying our guests." In a twinkling Fred's insolent smile vanished. Susie's request had not been voiced in a loud tone, but it had been heard by perhaps twenty-five strangers in the parlor. Ripley's face paled, briefly, then became fiery red. He stood erect, stammered inarticulately, then looked as though he were furtively seeking some hiding place. "I think, Miss Sharp," replied the hotel manager, with another bow, "that the young man is on the point of leaving, and that the services of a porter will not be needed." Fred tried to look unconcerned; he fished mentally for something smart to say. For once, however, his self assurance had utterly deserted him. "Oh---well!" he muttered, then turned and left the parlor in the midst of a deep silence that completed his utter humiliation. "Mr. Wright," said Laura, "I want you to know Mr. Darrin, one of our most popular high school boys in Gridley. Dick, can't you come over here a moment? Mr. Wright, Mr. Prescott. Our two friends, Mr. Wright, have brought up a racing canoe. They are camping across the lake. We hope they will arrange for races with the Preston and Trentville High School Canoe Clubs." "I am most glad to meet your friends," said the manager, shaking hands with Dick and Dave. "Two of the Preston High School young men are stopping here in the house, and the others are over at the Lakeview House. I hope, Mr. Prescott, that we shall be able to have some fine high school races. It will increase the gayety of the season here." "Thank you," said Dick. "But I am afraid, sir, that we have been worse than neglectful---stupid. "How so?" asked Mr. Wright, his manner quickly putting both rather shabby-looking boys wholly at their ease. "Why, sir," Prescott explained, "we had never thought, until this morning, to secure authorization from the Athletic Council of our school to represent Gridley High School. I am now engaged in writing a letter asking for that authorization." "Let me take a hand in this," begged Mr. Wright. "Is your letter at all of a private nature?" "Not in the least, sir." "May I see it?" "Certainly, Mr. Wright." The hotel manager followed Dick to the writing desk, where he glanced over the letter. "I have only one suggestion to make," said the manager. "Why not ask the secretary, Mr. Howgate, to send his answer by telegraph to this hotel, collect?" "That would be all right," agreed Dick frankly, "if his answer isn't too long, or if he doesn't have to send more than one telegram. We are not exactly overburdened with funds, Mr. Wright." "That doesn't cut any figure at all," replied the hotel manager in a voice so low that none but Prescott heard him. "Any telegrams sent here for you will be paid for by the hotel. There will be no expense to you, Mr. Prescott." "I'm afraid I don't understand why you should do this, Mr. Wright," said Dick, looking at the other attentively. "Purely a matter of business, my boy," the hotel manager beamed down at him. "Such racing as I hope to have here on Lake Pleasant constitutes a summer season attraction. Arrange a schedule of races, and you may be sure that both hotels will advertise the fact. It will be enough to draw a lot of young people here, and this hotel thrives by the number of guests that it entertains. So will you do me the favor of asking your Mr. Howgate to telegraph his answer---collect---addressing it here?" That began to look like something that Prescott could understand. He called Dave over to him and told his chum what was being discussed. "Fine!" glowed Darrin. "Thank you, Mr. Wright." So Dick made the suggested addition to the letter. After he addressed an envelope and had sealed it the manager took the letter away to mail. Then he returned to say, with a tactfulness that won the hearts of the eight Gridley High School girls: "Mr. Prescott, you and your friends will oblige me if you will make this hotel your headquarters when you are on this side of the lake. We shall always be delighted to see you here." Thanking the manager for his courtesy, Dick and Dave accompanied Laura to the porch; where they were introduced to some of the other guests. Then the two boys and the girls started down to the lakeside once more. "Mr. Wright was very kind," murmured Dick gratefully. "He never fails in courtesy toward anyone," replied Laura. "You boys will come over every day, won't you? We must have a picnic or two." "And you must all visit our camp." Dick urged. "It isn't much of a place, but the welcome will be of the real Gridley kind. If you dare take the risk, we'll even offer you a camp meal." "The farmers' gardens are in danger, after all, then," laughed Susie. "If you are going to deplete your larders to entertain us, we girls will surely rob the farmers to make up for what we eat." Susie's face had grown so grave that Prescott could not help regarding her quizzically. "I mean just what to say about robbing the farmers, don't I, girls?" Susie asked. "Yes," agreed Laura Bentley promptly. She had no idea what was passing in her friend's head, but she knew Susie well enough to feel sure that the latter was planning nothing very wicked. "Can't we take you out, two at a time?" proposed Dick, as the young people neared the float. "Now?" inquired Laura. "Yes; since 'now' is always the best time for doing things," Prescott replied. In no time at all the plan had been agreed to. Clara and Susie went out for the first ride in the canoe, Tom Reade taking command, while Dick and Dave remained on the float. Two at a time the girls were taken out on the water. This consumed nearly two hours of time altogether, but it was thoroughly enjoyed by every member of the party. But at last it came close, indeed, to the luncheon hour. "Now, when are you coming over to that picnic in our camp?" Dick asked in an outburst of hospitality. "At what time of the day?" Laura inquired. "If your mother and Mrs. Meade will come along as chaperons," Dick answered, "night would be the best time." "Why at night?" "Because, then, you wouldn't be able to see the shabby aspect of our camp so plainly." "It would be very jolly to go over and have a picnic meal by the campfire," Belle agreed. "Yet, in that case, we would want to reach your place by half-past four or so in the afternoon." "Why?" "So that we girls may have the fun of helping prepare a famous feast," Miss Meade went on. "Boys, if we come, we shall pass luncheon by and bring keen appetites for that evening feast. What is the principal item on the bill of fare of your camp?" "Canned goods," replied Tom Reade. "Don't you believe him," Dick interjected quickly. "Lake trout, bass and perch. This lake is well stocked, and we have already found one splendid fishing hole. We got up at five this morning and caught so many fish in half an hour that we threw some of them back into the water because we had no ice." "Will your mothers come, if we have it in the evening?" asked Dick looking at Laura and Belle. "Surely," nodded Laura quickly. "And we'll greatly enjoy it," Dick went on, "if Dr. Bentley will also come. Is your father here, Miss Meade?" "I'm sorry to say that he isn't," Belle answered. "A real picnic, in real woods, beside real water, would appeal to him strongly." "But we haven't fixed upon the date," cried Susie impatiently. "How would to-morrow night do?" Dick suggested. "Famously," Laura replied. "Now, boys, you catch the fish to-morrow afternoon, and don't bother so much about the other things to eat. We won't have any canned stuff in our famous feast. We girls will bring all the garden stuff." "And will steal it from the farmers, at that," added Susie teasingly. "Yes, you will!" mocked Danny Grin good-humoredly. "I give you our word that we'll steal everything that we bring in the garden line," Susie declared vigorously. "Then you'll arrange it with the farmer in advance," Greg laughed. "I give you our word that we won't do that, either," laughed Laura, coming to her friend's support, though she had no idea what was passing in Susie's busy little head. "There goes the luncheon bell!" cried Dick reproachfully. "We're keeping you girls away from your meal. Come on, fellows. Into the canoe with you." "But you'll be back here to-morrow morning?" pressed Miss Bentley. "Yes; at what time?" "Ten o'clock." "You'll find us here punctually." Dick & Co. paddled back to their camp feeling that they were having a most jolly time, with all the real fun yet to come. Dick did not think it worth while to go over to the hotel again that day, to see if a telegram had come. He was certain that the letter would not find Mr. Howgate earlier than the next day, in any event. But at ten o'clock the next morning Dick & Co., having put the best possible aspect on their attire, paddled gently in alongside the float of the Hotel Pleasant. Even before they had landed, Fred Ripley, who was stopping with his father and mother at the Lakeview House, alighted from an automobile runabout in the woods some two hundred yards from the lakeside camp of Dick & Co. "Those muckers are away," Fred told himself, as he watched the war canoe go in at the hotel float. "Now, if I have half as much ingenuity as I sometimes think I have, I believe I can cut short their stay here by rendering that cheap crowd homeless---and foodless!" _ |
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