There was no "Benjamin's House" sign to be seen, but the snow was falling fast enough to hide a dozen signs.
"My house is full of people to-day," said Mr. Benjamin, "so come right up stairs to a warm room, where you can change your clothes and shoes, and make ready for dinner. Now make yourselves at home, and when dinner is ready I will come for you."
Merry peals of laughter could be heard down stairs, and there were evidently plenty of young people in the house.
"If we only had mother and father here," said Will, "it would be nearly as good as being at home."
"That's so," agreed Harry. "This is the kind of hotel I would like to live in. I wonder if Pop knows about it?"
Directly a dinner-bell rang, and there was a noise of feet sounding as if the people were going in to dinner. In a moment in came Mr. Benjamin, his eyes twinkling with fun, and invited them down to dinner.
"I didn't tell you," said he, as he led the way, "that it is a celebration dinner for my guests. I shouldn't be surprised if you should know some of the people."
Before the dining-room door was reached, a side door swung open, and in a moment the boys found themselves in a pair of warm arms.
"Mother!" "Father!"
They were indeed Mr. and Mrs. Baker. Wide open swung the dining-room door, and there, waiting, were Aunt Sue, the six new cousins, and a dozen more people.