There were one or two other young folks present, and all had a good time until dinner was served. The repast was an elaborate one, and our friends did it full justice. Then came some music and a few games, and all too soon it was time for Jack, Pepper, and Andy to leave.
“We’ve had a boss time!” cried Pepper, enthusiastically. “Excuse the French!” he added, meaning the slang.
“Couldn’t have had a better!” added Jack.
“It was real nice of you to ask us to come,” put in Andy.
“We have enjoyed your company,” said Laura, and Flossie said the same. Then Mr. and Mrs. Ford asked them to call again.
“You must come down to our school,” said Jack. “On Saturdays we give a special drill.”
“And Jack, you know, is our major!” said Andy.
“Oh, pa, we must see the drill by all means!” cried the two girls.
“Well, we can drive over some day,” answered the fond parent.
It was quarter to ten when the boys left the grounds in the buggy. The lantern was lit and hung over the dashboard, yet it did not light the road very well, and they had to proceed with care.