"Oh, there are millions in oil! I know that!" burst out Martha. "Why, I was reading in a magazine only the other day of some folks in Texas who were quite poor. They had a farm of less than a hundred acres, and could make barely a living on it. Then the oil prospectors came along and located a well or two, and now those poor farm people have so much money they don't know what to do with it." "Wouldn't it be great if we could go down there and locate a few of those first-class wells?" said Fred, with a sigh. "I'd just like to know how it feels to be a real millionaire." "Can I go, Dad, if you go?" questioned Jack again. "I'll see about that later. I don't wish to make any promises now." "If Jack goes I want to go with him," put in Fred sturdily. "Of course we'll want to go with him!" added Andy and Randy in a breath. "What's the matter with us girls going along?" demanded Martha. "What would girls be doing in the oil fields?" asked Fred. "A well might go off and shoot all your beautiful dresses full of oil." "Huh! what about it if some oil got on that flaming red necktie you are wearing, Fred?" questioned his sister quickly. In his haste to get dressed that morning her brother had donned a necktie which she detested. "Never mind my necktie, Mary. If Jack goes to Texas I'm going to see if I can't go along." The matter was talked over a few minutes longer, and then Dick Rover went off with his wife to arrange some private affairs before he should take his departure for Hoboken. Then he said good-bye all around and was off. "The next time you see us I think we'll be in a big parade," said Jack's father on leaving. "A parade?" queried several of the others. "Yes. They are talking of having a big parade of the soldiers on Fifth Avenue. If they do, of course we'll be in it." "Hurrah! that's the stuff," cried Andy. "I've been aching to see one of those big parades ever since war was declared." "If you do parade, Dad, we'll all be there to see you," declared Martha. "We'll want front seats in the grandstand," added Mary. "I don't think you'll get any front seats, Mary," answered her mother. "More than likely those seats will be reserved for the gold-star mothers--those who have lost their sons in battle." "Well, those mothers deserve the front seats every time," said Jack. "Indeed they do!" came from the girls. "How soon will this parade come off?" questioned Randy. "I don't know that the date has been settled exactly," answered Dick Rover. "But it will undoubtedly be in the near future. You will probably see all the details in the newspapers. I presume the whole of New York will have a holiday." "Yes, and Fifth Avenue will be decorated in great shape from end to end," declared Mary. "Just see how they have been working on that Arch of Victory, and the Tower of Jewels, and all the other things." "It will certainly be a parade well worth seeing," said Dick's wife.