“But I want to put in a little durum, anyway,” declared Ted, “just to see what it will do, you know.”
“All right, son, you shall, but just now you’d better be picking up some of these bags and parcels or we shall be hauled out onto a side track before we can leave the car.”
Many were the offers from other passengers to assist the boys in carrying their luggage, but they declined them courteously and, in due course, left the train.
“Why, there are Momsy and the girls!” cried Ted, in delight, as they walked up the long platform of the terminal station, in Boston. “How on earth did they get here?”
Neither of the two, however, stopped to discuss the matter, each making all possible haste to join them.
“Dr. Blair drove us in his automobile,” declared Margie, as her brother came up. “I think he is just perfectly grand. He’s going to—”
“Careful, daughter! Dr. Blair wishes it to be a surprise, you know,” admonished Mrs. Porter.
Flushing, Margie seized some of her younger brother’s parcels, while he led her on ahead that he might extract from her the information which he could see she was too excited to keep secret for long.
Again Mrs. Porter frustrated Ted’s plan.
“Dr. Blair wishes us to wait for him on a bench in the old station,” she announced.