"You look like a regular old emigrant with so many boxes and bags."
"We couldn't get them all in the trunk," Edna explained, "and so we had to bring them this way. When did you get back, Frank?"
"Last night. We came home with father."
"Then you haven't had such a very long time in which to miss us," said Mrs. Conway, with a smile.
"Well, it seemed like a long time," returned Frank, "Nothing ever does go right when you're away, mother."
"What special thing has gone wrong this time?" asked his mother.
"Oh, I couldn't find anything I wanted this morning, and nobody knew where anything was, and Celia didn't know how to fix anything, and all that."
Mrs. Conway laughed. "That shows how I spoil you all. I am afraid I missed my boys, too, and am glad to get back to them."
"Where's Celia?" asked Edna.
"She's home. We all came up together last night. Lizzie had waffles for supper, and Frank ate ten pieces," spoke up Charlie.