“Yes.  And Tom has got a fine girl!” answered Songbird.

“Where’s the poetry for the occasion, Songbird?” queried Stanley.

“Oh, I am reserving that for the wedding dinner,” was the answer.  And it may be mentioned here that at the proper time the would-be poet recited an original poem of half a dozen verses, written in honor of the occasion.

“Say, Dick, we’ve got to give Tom a send-off,” whispered Sam to his big brother, after the Laning home had been reached.

“We sure will give him a send-off!” returned Dick, who had not forgotten what had taken place when he and Dora had departed on their honeymoon.

“I wish I didn’t have to go back to Brill,” went on the youngest Rover, rather wistfully, and with a sigh.

“Oh, your term at college will soon come to an end, Sam.  You may have lots of fun.”  What fun Sam did have, and what further befell the boys will be related in the next volume of this series, to be entitled “The Rover Boys on a Tour; Or, Last Days at Brill College.”

The wedding dinner, participated in by all the relatives and a great number of friends, was a huge success.  An orchestra had been engaged for the occasion, and after the meal there was dancing by the young folks for several hours, both indoors and on the broad veranda of the homestead.

“Where are you going on your wedding tour, Tom?” asked Spud.

“We haven’t decided yet,” was the quick reply.  “We’re thinking something of going to the north pole, but we may go to the moon instead;” and at this answer there was a general laugh.

“They are going to slip away if they can,” was Sam’s comment to half a dozen of his chums, a little later.  “We’ll have to be on our guard.”

All of the young folks had provided themselves with rice, confetti, old shoes, and strips of white ribbon with which to celebrate the occasion—­ the ribbon being for the purpose of decorating the young couple’s baggage.  Sam had also provided a placard which read:  “Are we happy?  We are!” and this was nailed to Tom’s trunk.

“Where are they?”

This was the cry that went up in the middle of one of the dances.  Tom had slipped off into a side room, and Nellie had followed.  Now both of the young folks were missing.

“They are going out the back way!” cried Dick.

“Everybody watch the stairs and the doors!” exclaimed Sam.  “We mustn’t let them get away from us!”

There was a general scramble, commingled with shrieks of laughter as the young folks did their best to locate the missing couple.  Then of a sudden came a wild toot from an automobile horn.

“There they are!”

“Come on, everybody!”

There followed a wild scramble from the house to the lane leading to the roadway.  In the lane was an automobile belonging to the Cedarville garage, and run by a chauffeur.  On the back seat were Tom and Nellie, waving their hands gaily.