"All right," answered the other. "I won't be long. I only want to leave a volume of 'Poems of Love' I picked up in a bookstore yesterday," and away Songbird pedaled towards the Sanderson house.
"He's got 'em sure," said Sam, with a grin. "Well, Minnie is a nice girl."
"Huh! I suppose Songbird has as much right to be soft on her as you have to be soft on Grace!" was Tom's blunt comment.
"Not to mention you and Nellie," retorted his younger brother.
The three Rovers rode past the house and then stopped to rest under a wide-spreading tree. Some June apples were handy, and they munched on these until Songbird reappeared, about a quarter of an hour later.
"Say, it took more than two minutes to deliver that book," remarked Dick. "We were just getting ready to go on without you."
"Don't forget we want some supper," added Sam.
"I—er—I just stopped to point out several poems of special interest," explained Songbird. "One was on 'Her Eyes So Blue and True.' It's a grand poem, and"
"Let me see, Miss Sanderson's eyes are blue, aren't they?" questioned Sam, gravely.
