When at last Sammy had finished, he read his letter over to his friends and they agreed that it was a masterpiece.
"That'll fetch 'em," declared Frank with decision.
"They can't say No to a letter like that," was Bob's verdict.
To make sure that it was all right, they submitted the letter to Mrs. Bouncer, and though she smiled at some of the grammar and spelling, they took the smiles to be approving ones, and their pride grew that they all had shared in such a work of art.
"Isn't it a dandy letter, Ma?" inquired Bob, proudly.
"They all helped me with it," said Sammy, generously.
"It sounds pretty good to me," added Frank.
"It's all right, boys," said Mrs. Bouncer, warmly. "And from what I know of your mother, Sammy, I feel pretty sure she will let you go. Here's a stamp for you to put on the letter; and you'd better take it right over to the post-office so that it will be sure to go out by the next mail."
The boys scurried away like so many young rabbits, and Mrs. Bouncer looked after them with a smile in her eyes.
The boys soon reached the village post-office, which was less than a five-minutes' walk from the Bouncer cottage, and deposited the letter in the box for the outgoing mail as carefully as though it were glass and they were afraid it might break.