g that the young folks were usually very hungry when they got
home and that they always enjoyed home cooking, their mothers had
prepared quite a spread for them. Mrs. Tom Rover had gone downtown to
meet her husband, and now she came back in a flutter of excitement.

"Hello, Ma! Where is Dad?" questioned Randy, as he ran up and gave her
a hug and a kiss, followed by his twin.

"He's downtown, up to his ears in that Liberty Loan business,"
answered Mrs. Tom Rover. "Oh, dear! I never saw such a busy man! Half
a dozen men are coming in and going out all the time, wanting to know
what to do next and asking him if he won't make another speech here,
there, or somewhere else. They want him to talk at two Liberty Loan
meetings to-night and one Liberty Loan meeting and a Red Cross meeting
to-morrow afternoon."

"Isn't he coming home at all?" questioned both of the twins in a
breath.

"Oh, yes. He'll be here in a little while. But he won't be able to
stay long," returned the mother.

When Tom Rover arrived he looked rather tired out, but he greeted all
the boys with a smile and gave each of the girls the kiss he knew they
were expecting.

"Oh, I'm in it neck deep," he answered, in reply to his sons'
questions. "They must think I can talk just like a coffee-grinder
grinds out coffee. And the nerve of some of them!" he continued. "Here
they have asked me to go somewhere uptown and meet a lot of bankers
and tell them how some of the work on the Liberty Loan is to be done!
As if those bankers don't know as much about it as I do, and maybe
more!"

"You've bought some of the bonds yourself, haven't you, Dad?"
questioned Randy.

"Yes, Son--twenty thousand dollars' worth, and The Rover Company, as a
company, has taken twice that amount."

"And my father has taken twenty thousand dollars' worth, too," said
Mary.

"And so has mine," added Martha.

"All told, I think we're doing pretty well by Uncle Sam!" cried Jack.
"Just the same, Uncle Tom, I think it's a shame that they are going to
make you stay behind to run the business."

"I won't stay behind if things get much warmer!" burst out Tom Rover
suddenly. "I'll put somebody in my place and grab a gun and go after
those Huns."

"Hurrah! that's the way to talk," cried Andy enthusiastically.

"Would you really, Dad?" burst out Randy, his eyes shining.

"Do you want me to go, Son?" demanded the father, catching him by the
shoulder.

"Of course I do! I don't think you oug