"But say!" exclaimed Sammy, changing the subject as a new thought occurred to him, "how do we know that our folks will let us go so far away?"
This was like a dash of cold water on the little group. Had they been taking too much for granted?
Frank was the first to rally.
"Of course they will!" he ejaculated. "I know that my father and mother will anyway, for George must have talked with them about it before he wrote this letter, and if they weren't willing he would have said so."
"That's all very well for you," said Sammy. "But how about Bob and me?"
"Well, you have tongues in your heads, haven't you?" said the practical Frank. "We can find out about Bob, anyway, by going in right now and asking his mother."
They trooped eagerly into the house where they found Mrs. Bouncer busily engaged in clearing up the breakfast dishes.
"Mercy me!" she exclaimed, with a smile, as they rushed in, "you boys come in like a herd of wild elephants. What's the matter now, I'd like to know?"
All began to talk at once, Frank waving his letter as though it were a flag.
Mrs. Bouncer made a comical gesture of despair and put her hands to her ears.