"See!" he exclaimed. "We are almost home. We have talked 'ships and sealing-wax' for hours."
"It hasn't seemed for hours," retorted Stephen, springing to collect his luggage.
"Nor to me, either."
"Some time I'd like to hear about the ocean liners," ventured the boy.
"You must get Mr. Ackerman to tell you that story when he comes to visit us Thanksgiving," was the reply, "if he does come. That part of it seems to be up to you and Dick."
"I mean to do my part to get him here," Steve announced. "I hope Dick will plug, too."
"I rather think you can trust him for that," was the quiet answer.