Of course the boys had received letters from their uncle and aunt
regularly, yet they watched eagerly for the hour that should bring
them within sight of the farm with its well-known buildings. The
journey to Oak Run proved uneventful, and here Jack, the hired
man, met them with the carriage.
"Glad to see you, lads," he said -- with a grin.
"Seems quite natural like."
"So it does, Jack!" cried Tom. "Let 'em out, for we want to get
home!"
The snow was falling, and by the time the farmhouse was reached it
was several inches deep. "We're in for a sleigh ride before we go
back," said Sam.
Their uncle and aunt stood at the door to receive them. "Welcome
home! Merry Christmas!" came from both, and each of the boys gave
a warm handshake to Randolph Rover and hearty kiss to their Aunt
Martha. Past troubles were all forgotten.
This was Christmas Eve, and the boys stayed up late, cracking nuts
by the blazing log fire and having a good time generally.
In the morning Dick was the first one awake.
"For gracious' sake!" he ejaculated, staring at the chimney piece.
"There hung his own stocking and also one each belonging to Tom
and Sam. Each was filled with goodies such as he knew only his
Aunt Martha could make.
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