Alden. "You're talking
so loud and so fast I can't understand a word. Tom, suppose you
explain?"
Excitedly the youngest of the brothers poured forth the tale.
"A wolf in Bramley, eh? Well, well! It's a good thing you boys
were so near home. This is sure a great day for happenings. My
sons get chased into their own dooryard and I----"
But as though to arouse their curiosity, the farmer did not finish
his sentence.
"You what?" asked Larry.
"Never mind now. Put the horses up. You won't have to feed them;
they're too hot. Give them a little hay and then come in to
supper."
Knowing it was useless to try to get their father to satisfy their
curiosity, for Mr. Alden, though a kindly man, was what his
neighbors called "set in his ways," Tom and Larry ran to the barn
to open the door, while the hired men followed with the horses.
After rubbing the animals down and giving them some hay, the four
returned to the house.
But not until the supper was finished did the farmer deign to
impart his news. Then, tilting back in his chair, he looked at his
wife and asked:
"How would you like to take the boys to Scotland for the summer,
ma?"
"To Scotland?" repeated Mrs. Alden, as though scarcely believing
her ears. "Theodore Alden, are you going crazy? What are you
talking about?"
"About going to Scotland," answered the farmer, grinning.
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