"I hope so," said Sammy. "I'd feel like a cat in a strange garret if I had to hang around these parts while the rest of the boys were away."
"Well, we'll know all about it in the morning anyway," remarked Frank.
"I wish that letter could have got to them to-day," observed Bob. "Then we might have got a telegram before we went to bed."
"What time was it posted this morning?" asked Mr. Bouncer.
"Just a little before ten o'clock," answered his wife.
Mr. Bouncer consulted a time table that he took from his pocket.
"In that case," he said after a pause, "it might possibly have reached your folks this afternoon. They are back in Fairview now, as well as Frank's people, I believe. It all depends on whether this local train made connection at the Junction. Half the time it doesn't, but once in a while it does; and to-day may have been one of those times."
"Good!" cried Sammy, clapping his hands. "We've got a chance then."
He had scarcely finished speaking when there came a knock at the door and Bob sprang up to answer it. A shock-headed boy who did odd jobs about the village was standing there with a blue and white envelope in his hand.
"Come in," cried Bob.