The messenger came in.
"A telegram for Sammy Brown," he announced.
"There it is!" shouted Frank.
"It came in a hurry," laughed Bob.
Mr. Bouncer signed for the telegram and then with a smile handed it over to Sammy.
"First one I ever got in my life," grinned Sammy, nervously, as he fumbled with the envelope, hardly daring to tear it open for fear the news might not be to his liking.
"I think it has good news in it," remarked Mrs. Bouncer with a smile.
"What makes you think so?" asked Sammy, eagerly.
"Well, for one thing, because it came so soon," replied Mrs. Bouncer. "Your parents know that you would feel bad if you couldn't go, and they wouldn't be in a hurry to get bad news to you."
"That's so!" came in a chorus from his chums. "Open it, Sammy, and don't stand there like a wooden Indian."