"But first, I want to go home and see the folks." "Right you are," had come from Tom.

"I reckon they are dead anxious to see us, too." And so they had parted, with tight hand-squeezing and bright smiles that meant a good deal.

One train had taken the girls southward to Santa Barbara, and another had taken the boys eastward to Denver and to Chicago.

At the latter city the lads had made a quick change, and twenty-six hours later found them at Oak Run, and in the carriage for the farm..