When they were going to Camp, they spent the hours before they got there by saying all they were going to do; now on leaving, they entertain each other by retailing all the fun they have had while there.
We get back to Portland in plenty of time for supper.
Everything looks clean, dainty and appetizing. The boys tuck in as though they never knew when they were going to get another square feed.
At last Nature, good old soul that she is, cried, "Stop or take the consequences," and most of them did. One or two who thought they had room for just a little more stowed away enough to give them a nice little stomach-ache, which ought to have taught them better.
After supper we went aboard the train, and settled ourselves comfortably until it was time to start.
Our berths were assigned to us and, as on our outward trip, the little shavers were put together at one end of the car in charge of instructors and Biddy.
Soon after we were all aboard, the train drew out of the station. For some little time, boys visited one another in the different cars. Then the long-lost bugle was discovered. The bugler was summoned and ordered to blow "Quarters." Every man Jack of them at once obeyed, found out where he was to sleep and in less than one hour, when Taps were sounded, all were in bed.
For the last time the bugler stood in turn in every car sounding Taps, the porter ready to put the lights out. In that narrow space it sounded very loud, very clear and most beautiful.
"Good night, fellows; see you in the morning. Don't forget to come up to the house to-morrow night."