"Hello!" cried Phil, and his face lit up with pleasure. "Here are Mary Feversham and Vera Rockwell."
He stepped forward, tipped his hat and shook hands, and then Dave did the same.
"I must thank you for the tickets, Mr. Lawrence," said Mary, sweetly. "It was very kind of you to send them."
"I hope you will come," returned the shipowner's son, eagerly.
"Yes, I shall be there, for I do want to hear you boys sing and act. I am coming with my mother."
"I am going, too," added Vera. "Roger Morr sent my brother two tickets and invited us. Bob is home for a couple of days, so it comes in real handy." And Vera smiled at both Dave and Phil. "I suppose you are going to give us something fine—a real city vaudeville show."
"We are going to do our best," answered Dave, modestly.
"Dave is in a little trouble," continued the shipowner's son, and told about the missing express package.
"Oh, I hope you get the wig!" cried Vera. "A red one will look so becoming!" And she laughed heartily.
"And he is to have a big red mustache, too," said Phil.
