"Welcome to our city!" sang out Tom gaily. "And how is Mrs. Rover this afternoon?" and he made a profound bow and swept the ground with his cap.
"The same old Tom, I see!" cried Dora gaily. "Are you feeling all right?" she asked, quickly.
"Sure," was the answer. Tom was the last one to put on a doleful face in front of a lady.
"Talk about style," came from Sam, merrily. "Nothing like keeping the Rover name up!" And he leaped on the running board and shook hands. "Did you have a good trip?"
"Fine. Not a puncture," answered Dick.
"Oh, it was just too lovely for anything!" cried Dora. "If Dick had the time I'd like to go on a tour for a month!"
"I thought maybe you fellows would like to get in and run over to Hope," went on Dick, with a smile.
"You couldn't keep us out," answered Tom, promptly.
"We telephoned for them to be ready for us," said Dora. "But you will have to take our baggage out, to make room."
"Here comes Songbird, he'll look after that, I know he will," said Sam.