“It’s history repeating itself, Dick,” she answered. And then she looked at her husband questioningly and nodded toward where Jack was carefully turning the sheets of music for Ruth. “What do you think of them?” she whispered.
“I think Jack is hit pretty hard,” he returned.
“Well, Ruth seems to be an awfully nice girl, Dick.”
“I agree. I wouldn’t ask for a better girl,” he answered.
“But Jack is so young!”
“He isn’t any younger than I was when I came after you and saved your mother from old Crabtree.”
“Oh, well, that was different!” murmured Dora.
So far the boys had had no opportunity to speak to Tom Rover about the proposed trip to the West. But soon the twins broached the subject, and then the crowd around the piano broke up and Mary and Martha retired, taking Ruth with them.
“We want to talk to the boys in the library,” said Tom Rover to his wife and his sisters-in-law, and thereupon the ladies took the hint and also left them.
“Now, Dad, tell us all about the Rolling Thunder mine and Sunset Trail!” cried Randy. “Gee, I wish I was out there right now!”