They were, and the table was briskly deserted.
There was a final survey of the boys’ room, which resembled a rubbish heap, owing to vigorous packing.
Everybody ran wildly about looking for something.
Wally was found searching frantically for his cap, which Norah discovered—on his head. There was a hurried journey to the kitchen, to bid the servants “Good-bye.”
The buggy wheels scrunched the gravel before the hall door. The overseer coo-ee’d softly.
“All aboard!”
“All right, Evans!” Jim appeared in the doorway, staggering under a big Gladstone bag. Billy, similarly laden, followed. His black face was unusually solemn.
“Chuck ’em in, Billy. Come on, you chaps!”
The chaps appeared.
“Good-bye, Norah. It’s been grand!” Harry pumped her hand vigorously.