"Why, I suppose you're going home and I kind of thought I'd drift along with you. You see, it's been quite some time since I've been up in Maine."
"That's great," Bob declared. "You come up to the room while we get dressed and we'll be off in no time. Trunks went this morning. We'll get supper in Philly and catch the Bar Harbor express in New York. Father and mother'll be tickled to death to see you."
While he was talking, Bob was leading the way up stairs to their room and, a moment later, the two boys were stripping off their uniforms, while their uncle sat by the window asking them a steady stream of questions regarding their life there.
"Like it here, do you?" he finally asked, just as Bob was taking a final look around to see if he had forgotten anything.
"It's the greatest school in the world," he replied.
"Hum, well, I believe you," Mr. Lakewood smiled. "I've always said that if military training of the right sort wouldn't make a man of a boy nothing would, and you two sure are good advertisements for it." And he gazed with much pride at the well knit bodies of his nephews.
An hour later, the three were eating supper together in Philadelphia, and between bites, as Jack put it, were talking over old times.
"We'll show you some real woods up in Maine," Jack told his uncle while they were waiting for dessert. "And some real fishing too," he added.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I won't have time for that, much as I would enjoy it," Mr. Lakewood smiled.
"Why not? You're going to spend the summer with us, aren't you?"