me the lunch, Harriet," he cried, running toward the door. "Good-bye,
Mother," he said, running back to kiss her.

Oliver and Nelson and Mr. Baker were waiting for him on the sidewalk,
and when they reached the corner where the interurban trolley car
stopped to take on passengers, they found Perry Phelps and Jimmie
Butterworth and Leslie Bradin and Carleton Marsh, each with a box of
lunch under his arm.

"Going to Europe?" said the conductor, as he watched them climb into
his car. "Let them off at Lane's Corners," he repeated, as Mr. Baker
told him how far the boys were going. "All right, sir. Lane's Corners
it is. All aboard."

He pulled the bell and the car started. The seven little boys found
seats together at one end of the car, and the conductor made them laugh
all the way to Lane's Corners. There were only two other people in the
car, an elderly man and a man who read his newspapers and did not look
up. The conductor pretended half the time that the trolley was a boat
and that the boys were sailors. And then he would pretend that he was
the conductor on a train and that the motorman was the engineer. It
was not a long ride to Lane's Corners and the merry conductor made it
seem only a few minutes.

"Who wanted to get off at Lane's Corners?" he called, when he had
stopped the car at the big white sign post. "Why, goodness, all my
passengers are leaving me! Here, lad, catch this," he shouted to Bob,
picking up Sunny Boy and pretending to toss him to Bob, who was waiting
for them.