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Rh "All four of 'em, sure enough," added Phil.

"You were a good guesser, Tom, old man."

"Oh, leave it to your Uncle Dudley!" declared Tom, puffing out his chest. "Little Willie knows what he's about."

"Hello, boys!" called Madge Tyler, as she caught sight of the advancing four.

"Welcome to our city," added Ruth, as she threw a kiss to—her brother. At least Tom said so, when they accused him later of intercepting it, and Tom ought to know.

"Glad you're here."

"Isn't this place lovely?"

"Where is your boat?"

"Have you a motor?"

"Are you going to invite us to lunch in the tent?"

These questions and comments were bandied back and forth among the boys and girls, no one caring very much who said what, so glad were they to see each other, and exchange greetings and experiences.

"We girls just came up this morning," explained Madge. "We didn't wait for mother, and father has some tiresome business to look after so he couldn't come. But I just said that Jeanette, our maid, was chaperone enough, and so we came. I guess the man on the boat thought we had baggage enough."