In a few moments the room was empty and the children crowded about Uncle Ben who sat cross-legged on the soft grass, while Ike placed chairs for Aunt Selina and Mrs. Talmage.
“Well, to start at the beginning, I took the eight-ten train this morning, and I was introduced to the Oakdale Commuters as ‘Uncle Ben of the Blue Birds and Bobolinks.’ That was reference enough for anyone. I was looked upon as a man to be envied and I even saw covert glances from some jealous eyes that looked me up and down and saw no especial favor to have boosted me in the estimation of the B. B. & B. B. Company.”
“Now, Uncle Ben, stop your fooling and tell us about the trip,” rebuked Ruth.
“I am, Fluff, but I want to begin at the right end of the story,” teased Uncle Ben.
“Oh, begin anywhere, only get somewhere!” cried Mr. Talmage, laughing.
With a sigh that indicated that he was misunderstood, Uncle Ben continued his story.
“Mr. Wells, Mr. Stevens, Mr. Starr, Mr. Wilson, and many other men you know promised to advise and assist the boys in every way possible.”
“What did Daddum say?” cried Dot, eagerly.
“Don’t interrupt, Dot!” admonished Meredith, sternly.
“Well, Mr. Starr offered a series of articles on his experiences in lumber camps, and, besides, he promised to take hold of any part of the plan in which we could use him,” replied Uncle Ben. “Mr. Wells has a book that will prove valuable for our undertaking. It is a directory of benevolent institutions and contains the names and addresses of every asylum or home in the country.”