Carriages and automobiles were in waiting, and Dick and his bride, along with their relatives and many friends, were quickly whirled away to the Stanhope home.  Here followed numerous congratulations, interspersed with not a few kisses.  Mrs. Stanhope’s eyes were still full of tears, but she smiled at her newly-made son-in-law.

“It’s all right, Dick!” she whispered.  “I’m not a bit sorry.  But—­ but a woman can’t help crying when she sees her only girl getting married.”

“You are not going to lose Dora,” he answered, tenderly.  “You are going to get a son, that’s all.”

A long table had been spread, from the dining-room to the sitting-room, with another table in the library, and soon a grand wedding dinner was in progress.  Dora sat at her husband’s side, and never did a pair feel or look more happy.  Close at hand was Tom, paying his attentions to Nellie, and at the smaller table Sam was doing his best to entertain Grace.  Mr. Anderson Rover sat beside Mrs. Stanhope, and not far away were the others of the families.

“Well, they are married at last,” said Mr. Rover to Mrs. Stanhope.  “I, for one, am well satisfied.  I think they will get along well together.”

“Yes, Mr. Rover, I think they will get along finely,” answered Mrs. Stanhope.  “I liked Dick from the first time I met him—­ and Dora—­ well, there was nobody else after he came into view,” and she smiled faintly.  Then her eyes traveled over to where Tom and Nellie were talking earnestly, and his followed.  “I think that is another pair,” she whispered.

“I shouldn’t wonder,” was the reply.  “But they can wait a while.  Tom is rather young yet.”

“He looks rather pale.”

“Yes, that blow he received on the head was a severe one.  I am worried about it,” went on Mr. Rover, soberly.

It had been arranged that Dick and Dora should depart on a honeymoon trip to Washington late that afternoon.  The dinner over, the rooms were cleared, and the young folks enjoyed themselves in dancing, an orchestra having been engaged for that purpose.

“How perfectly happy they all seem to be!” remarked Aunt Martha to Anderson Rover, as they sat watching the dancing.

“Yes,” he answered.  “I trust that nothing happens to make it otherwise after this.”

“Oh, something is bound to happen to those boys!” murmured the aunt.  “You simply can’t hold them in!” And something did happen, and what is was will be related in the next volume of this series, to be entitled:  “The Rover Boys in Alaska; Or, Lost in the Fields of Ice.”  In that book we shall learn how Tom suddenly lost his mind and wandered away from home, and what strenuous things happened to Dick and Sam when they went after their brother.

But for the time being all went well.  The young folks danced to their hearts’ content, and Tom kept them roaring over the many jokes he had saved up for the occasion.  His head ached a good deal, but he refused to let anybody know about it.