We are going to make your home-coming a holiday." "Good!" They were soon in the house, every nook and corner of which was so familiar to them.

They rushed up to their rooms, and, after a brushing and a washing up, came down to the big dining room, where the table fairly groaned with good things.
"Gosh! this is a regular Christmas spread!" observed Tom, as he looked the table over.

"Tell you what, Aunt Martha, I'm going to be cast away every week after this." "Oh, Tom, don't speak of it! After this you must stay right here.
Neither your father nor your uncle nor myself will want to leave you out of sight." "Pooh! We can't stay home.

But we'll be careful of our trips in the future, you can be sure of that." "Have you heard anything about Putnam Hall since we went away ?" asked Dick, during the meal.
"The academy opened again last week, Dick," answered his father.

"We received a circular letter from Captain Putnam.