Once more the twins felt a little glow of thankfulness around their hearts.
The sound of carriage wheels took them all to the balcony.
“Sally!” Gladys exclaimed; and with one accord they rushed down the stairs and out to the front porch.
Long before the carriage reached the steps, Sally was out of it. She rumbled to the ground and ran towards them, her black bag knocking against her knees.
“Where are my twins?” she demanded breathlessly.
Janet and Phyllis almost smothered her in the warmth of their embrace.
“Oh, Sally, you old darling!” Phyllis exclaimed. “You look so wonderfully natural that I could eat you up for sheer joy.”
“We thought you’d never get here, and we missed you on the train like everything,” Janet said.
“Hello, Sally; it’s great to have you back,” Gladys shook hands heartily.
“How’s Aunt Jane’s Poll-parrot?” Gwen inquired. “My, how I missed that bird this summer!”