“Too bad!” murmured Dick. “Any other news?”
“I don’t know of none. The hay crop is going to be heavy, so they say.”
“Well, we need hay for the stock.”
“We miss you boys, so we do,” went on the hired man. “When you are away the farm is like as if we was havin’ a funeral.”
“Oh, we’ll warm you up,” cried Tom. “Eh, Sam?”
“We’ll try to, anyway,” answered the youngest Rover.
“We are going to have a great Fourth of July celebration,” said Tom. “I ordered some fireworks for home at the same time I had those sent to the college,” he added, to his brothers.
“Yes, we’ll have to celebrate in fine style,” answered Dick.
They went on, and soon a turn of the road brought them in sight of the farmhouse nestling so cozily among the hills.
“Home again!” sang out Tom. “Let’s give them a call!” And he set up a cheer, in which the others readily joined.