"We may surprise you by coming back in 'civies' a week or two from
now," Will laughed, as the girls prepared to spin them to the railroad
station in the cars. "So you had better be prepared for the shock."
"Maybe they won't care for us any more when they see us out of
uniform," grinned Roy, as he shook hands with Mrs. Irving. "You know
the old saying that a uniform has made many a hero of a bootblack."
"Goodness, I hope you aren't a bootblack," said Mollie from her car,
where she was "doing things" with the engine.
"I'm not," answered Roy, adding with a grin: "Nothing half so honest."
Although the girls knew that they were only saying good-bye to the
boys for a few days, the parting was hard just the same, and half an
hour later they watched the train wind serpent-like down the shining
track with a sinking feeling at their hearts.
"Aren't we a lot of geese?" said Grace impatiently, as they climbed
back into the cars. "We have done without the boys for a couple of
years, and now when they have just gone as far as Deepdale for a
couple of weeks, we are almost crying about it.
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