Jenny smiled. "Won't granny be pleased?" was all she said, while the chips seemed to dance again at her thought.
As you may have guessed, more than one load found its way to the red cottage that morning. Three times did the Oliver boys heap the cart, and three times did little Dick Ransom fancy he was Dr. Phisterer as he sat perched up on the chips, having the best Fourth of July he had ever known.
As the Oliver family was breakfasting it commenced to rain hard.
"The day is going to be a perfect fizzle," announced Hugh. "It'll be no fun staying out; besides, nothing will go off. Imagine being cooped in the house all day!"
The twins looked disconsolate.
"Cheer up," said Douglas. "We can put off some torpedoes in the attic if it comes to the worst; and, best of all, we'll be back with the two Wills in less than no time, and they always think up something."
The boys were at the station soon after, Hugh keeping two bombshells in readiness to be fired the moment the two Wills got off the train.
"I'll signal," said Douglas, his eyes on the off-coming passengers; but he had no need, for there was no Will Edson and no Will Hammond aboard.
"Missed the train," decided Douglas, a shadow on his usually happy face. "Let's see if there's a telegram. Good! there is," as the operator handed him an envelope.
Both read it, and each looked blankly at the other.