“No; I heard Mr. O’Connor say we’d be scattered around among the towns, but I’m goin’ to live here.”
“How do you know you are?”
“‘Cause I’ve got a letter to Mr. Taylor’s nephew. He lives in Brookville.”
“P’rhaps he’ll want two boys.”
“Maybe he will.”
“What’s that?” asked Teddy, as the sound of music was heard.
“It’s a band—don’t you see it?—on the platform. What a crowd of people!”
“Boys,” said Mr. O’Connor, “that music is for you. The citizens have come out to welcome you. Now I will tell you what you must do. You will follow me out of the cars as soon as the train stops, form two by two on{51} the platform, and then you may swing your hats, and shout, ‘Three cheers for Brookville!’ Will you do it?”
“All right, sir,” said the boys, eagerly.
They were already within a few rods of the station. Speed was already slackened, and in a moment the cars had stopped.