"So I did, and so they have. Do you think one girl would have four trunks and four suitcases?" asked Tom, in indignant justification.
"They might—I have known of such," said Frank. "But are you sure they're all here?"
"Of course. Didn't I hear 'em all laugh? Anyhow, Madge must be here, or Ruth wouldn't be at the cottage. And if two of 'em are there the other two are, too."
"That's no reason at all," said Phil, firmly. "This will have to be investigated. Where's my clean shirt? I'm going to see my sister!" and he strode into the tent.
"It's the first time Phil was ever so thoughtful of his sister, fellows. I guess we'd better all get togged up a bit," said Frank, and the activities, that had begun when Tom came in with the news (which activities had ceased momentarily while the glad tidings were being confirmed), were again resumed.
"Glad rags," as the lads slangily designated their habiliments, other than the ones in which they worked about the camp, were soon being donned, and a little later the boys were on their way to the Tyler cottage.
"I wonder how long they're going to stay?" said Sid.
"As long as we do, I hope," said Tom. "There they are!"
