As the boys settled down in their seats a lad came from another car and moved swiftly toward them.
"Songbird, by all that's lucky!" cried Dick, and caught the other by the hand.
"I thought you'd be on this train," answered Songbird Powell.

"I got your wire last night that you would stop off at New York.

I am going to stop, too--to see an uncle of mine on a little business." "Then you'll travel with us to Philadelphia ?" queried Sam.
"Sure." "Good! Tom was just saying he'd like some of the others along." "When I got your invitation I danced a jig of delight," went on Songbird.

"I just couldn't help it.

Then I sat down and wrote--" "A piece of poetry about it thirty five stanzas long," finished Tom.
"No, Tom, there are only six verses.