The children looked around, and there was a boy rather larger than Walter coming towards them.
"Why, it's Tom Norris!" said Maggie; "do you know him?"
And sure enough it was their own Tom Norris, whom they loved so much. He ran up to them and kissed Maggie and Bessie, as if he were very glad to see them.
"Why, Tom," said Bessie, "I didn't know you came here."
"I came night before last, with father," said Tom. "We came to take rooms at the hotel, and I wanted to stay; so father left me with Mrs. Stone, and he has gone home for mother and Lily, and the whole lot and scot of them; they're all coming to-morrow."
"Oh! I am so glad," said Maggie.
"Tom! can't I ride?" asked Mamie.
"You must ask Walter," said Tom; "the wagon is his; what are you crying about, Mamie?"
Walter told what the trouble was.
"Come, now, Mamie, be good, and you shall ride with Bessie, and I will help Walter pull." Mamie was put into the seat by Bessie, and then Tom said they must find room for Maggie, too. So he made her sit on the bottom of the wagon, and off they started. Of course they were crowded, but the two children who were good-natured did not mind that at all, and would have been quite happy had it not been for Mamie. She fretted and complained so much that at last the boys were out of patience and took her out of the wagon.