“I wonder how long they’re going to stay?” said Sid.
“As long as we do, I hope,” said Tom. “There they are!”
“All four of ’em, sure enough,” added Phil.
“You were a good guesser, Tom, old man.”
“Oh, leave it to your Uncle Dudley!” declared Tom, puffing out his chest. “Little Willie knows what he’s about.”
“Hello, boys!” called Madge Tyler, as she caught sight of the advancing four.
“Welcome to our city,” added Ruth, as she threw a kiss to—her brother. At least Tom said so, when they accused him later of intercepting it, and Tom ought to know.
“Glad you’re here.”
“Isn’t this place lovely?”