"There is Uncle Randolph out on the porch to greet us!"
"And there is Aunt Martha!" added Sam. "I do believe they look happy, don't you, Tom?"
"They certainly don't look sad," was the noncommittal answer; and then the carriage swept up to the horse-block and the three boys alighted.
"All of you, eh?" were Randolph Rover's first words. "Well, perhaps it is just as well so."
"We simply couldn't stay behind, uncle," said Sam. "And we are dying to know what it all means."
"But you must have supper first," put in Aunt Martha, as she gave one and another a motherly kiss. "I know riding on the cars usually makes Tom tremendously hungry."
"Well eat after we have had the news," said Tom. "We're dying to know all, as Sam says."
"The news is rather perplexing, to tell the truth," said Randolph
Rover, as he led the way into the library of the spacious home.
"I hardly know what to make of it."
"Who brought it?" questioned Dick.
"It came by mail—a bulky letter all the way from Cape Town,
Africa."