"Say yes, Dad."
"What do you say, Mother?"
Bob gave the order, and his father asked the question, while Jack and their uncle held their breath, waiting for her reply. Mrs. Lakewood looked first at one boy and then at the other.
"I believe I'll feel safer knowing that they're with Silas than to have them tramping goodness knows where, alone, and I've got pretty used to that," she smiled.
"That means we can go," Jack shouted, jumping up and giving his mother a bear-like hug.
"Save the pieces," she laughed.
"I'll take good care of them," their uncle promised.
"I know you will, Silas," she smiled as soon as Bob released her from another hug.
Followed busy days of preparation, interspersed with several trips which the boys insisted on taking with their uncle to show him some of the wonders of their State. But finally the night before their departure came, and as they were eating supper their father suddenly asked:
"How about that Photoradio? Going to take it with you?"