“I expect you want to work up an appetite for supper,” said Mary, slyly.
“We’ve got to do something, haven’t we?” her cousin retorted.
All of the young folks were glad to get out into the air again, and they ended by taking a long walk back of the farm where the Rick Rack River flowed. The lads had gone over this territory a number of times, and Jack pointed out to Ruth where his father and his uncles had had numerous adventures in the past—adventures which have been jotted down from time to time in the earlier volumes of the First Series.
“I wish you were going along on that motor-boat trip, Ruth,” remarked Jack, when the pair were strolling along a little apart from the others.
“It would be nice if we were all going,” admitted the girl. “But I guess the motor boat would be pretty well crowded.”
“Yes; Ralph said she wouldn’t hold any more than the crowd that is to go.”
“Of course you expect to be back in time for school?”
“Yes, we’ll be back unless the unexpected happens.”
All arrangements had already been made, and bright and early on the morning following Thanksgiving the four Rover boys said good-bye to their parents and the others and drove away to the railroad station at Oak Run. Here they took a train for the Junction, and there changed to an express for Worcester.