“Why not? But perhaps they are practising.”
Kate was puzzled.
“Will ‘Mr James’ let us in?”
“I think so.”
They drove up the well-known avenue, right up to the door, where familiar figures stood ready to greet them.
“Why, there is your father!”
“Yes, Kate,” said Walter, as he lifted his bewildered bride out of the carriage, “this is the place I wanted you to see. Now you know why I could not urge you to part with it, when my father wanted to buy it for a holiday home for us all. Now you know why I could not speak till your mind was clear. But the Canon knew, and Emberance. For you come back to the old home after all, for here it is—and here is—”
“Mr James!” cried Kate.
”—Kingsworth,” said her father-in-law, taking her hand. “Welcome home, Katharine—to Kingsworth.”