“We saw some soldiers on the way,” answered her daughter.
“And we also saw some freight cars carrying cannon,” put in Mary.
“This war is going to make a great change all around,” declared Mrs. Sam Rover. And then she added to her daughter: “What do you think about your father going to the front?”
“It’s just what I expected,” answered Mary promptly. “He’s a real patriot—dad is!”
“You are right. But I hate awfully to see him go away,” sighed the mother.
The young folks were soon seated in the two automobiles, and their handbags were disposed of in the tonneau. Then the cars were started up, and they were soon whirling away over to Broadway and Riverside Drive, and then to the comfortable mansions occupied by the three Rover families.
It was still rather early in the afternoon, but Sam Rover had already come uptown from his office and was there to greet his son and daughter and the others.
“It’s great news, Dad!” cried Fred, shaking him warmly by the hand, while Mary clung around his neck and kissed him.
“Oh, I’m going to be real proud of you!” said the daughter.
A little later Dick Rover arrived, and Jack shook hands with a warmth that was most unusual. When Martha kissed her father a curious lump arose in her throat, and her eyes grew misty.