Aunt! Aunt! Aunt S’li-na!
’Rah! ’Rah! Flutey Mah!”
The concerted chorus, and the syncopated action of the scores of hearty voices was deafening to the newcomers, especially as it was unexpected; but it was most satisfying as the laughter and hurrahs attested the moment the welcome was ended.
Aunt Selina laughed and laughed at the way the Little Citizens ’rahed for Flutey Mah!
The Blue Birds and Bobolinks were then escorted about the wonderful camp and shown everything important or otherwise. Even the mud-pies made by Maggie’s baby brother that morning had to be shown and laughed over!
“Now, my Publishing Friends, we will adjourn to the Fire-house and watch the Fire Company drill,” announced Uncle Ben.
“What Fire Company?” asked Don, amazed—as were the other visitors, too.
“You’ll soon see! Have you failed to see the Police Squad keeping order about the town?” laughed Uncle Ben.
So eager and curious about other things had the Blue Birds and Bobolinks been, that they had not seen the stiff boys at guard in blue uniforms.
“Well, I never!” exclaimed Ruth.