It was a difficult matter to get everything adjusted, but finally it was done, and there was no longer any reason for them to remain.
They said good-bye to the Princess and her children, and at last started on the journey home.
It was a time to be remembered as long as they lived. All of Europe was plunged in gloom. Even the neutral countries they touched or crossed in their roundabout way were oppressed by such sorrow that it was almost as bad as war.
Reaching a seaport at last, they secured passage on a slow American boat, and it was not until they watched the shore receding from their view that they actually believed that they were on the way home.
"Just the things we have seen coming over from Lodz would fill a book," said Warren to the group at the rail.
"I wouldn't want to read it," said Jack, shuddering.
"Nor I!" said Evelyn. "Oh, boys, you don't know how funny you look in the clothes you have on!"
"What's the matter with my clothes?" said Warren, looking down at the very short trousers and very long coat he was wearing. "I don't see but what I am all right, but doesn't Jack look cuty-cute? Kind of Lord Fauntleroy effect!"
Everyone stared at Jack, who looked himself over in surprise. "It is all they had at that store we went to that would fit me. I try to turn those pants up, but they keep coming down." Everyone laughed as Jack stooped and once more tried to turn up the loose trousers which enveloped his slim legs. Left to themselves, they reached half way to his ankles, so Jack, who was used to knickerbockers, had carefully rolled them to his knee. The result was that most of the time one leg or the other hung dismally down its full length. His jacket was a short roundabout, something like an Eton jacket, and his shirt was soft and frilled.
"I don't see why we didn't just wear the things we had on," he complained.