"
"Yes, Tom, and what a fine large city it is."
"We'll have to take care, or we'll get lost," came from a third boy,
the youngest of the party.
"Just listen to Sam!" cried Tom Rover. "Get lost! As if we weren't
in the habit of taking care of ourselves."
"Sam is joking," came from Dick Rover. "Still we might get lost here
as well as in New York or any other large city."
"Boston is the place to get lost in," said Tom Rover. "Got streets
that curve in all directions. But let us go on. Where is the hotel?"
"I'm sure I don't know," came from Sam Rover.
"Cab! carriage! coupe!" bawled a cabman standing near. "Take you
anywhere you want to go, gents."
"How much to take the three of us to the Oakland House?"
"Take you there for a dollar, trunks and all."
"I'll go you," answered Dick Rover. "Come on, I'll see that you get
the right trunks."
"I think we are going to have some good times while we are on the
Pacific coast," observed Tom Rover, while he and Sam were waiting
for Dick and the cabman to return.
"I shan't object to a good time," replied Sam. "That is what we came
for."
"Before we go back I am going to have a sail up and down the coast."
"To be sure, Tom. Perhaps we can sail down to Santa Barbara. That is
a sort of Asbury Park and Coney Island combined, so I have been told."
Dick Rover and the cabman soon returned. The trunks were piled on
the carriage and the boys got in, and away they bowled from the
station in the direction of the Oakland House.
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