The twins and Sally were breathless when they reached the gate, but they were in time to see two carriages coming down the turnpike.
“Two carriages!” Phyllis exclaimed.
“Maybe they’re not both for here,” Janet replied.
Sally smiled a broad smile.
“Oh, but they are,” she said.
“What’s the mystery?” Phyllis demanded.
“Wait and see,” was all the satisfaction Sally would give them.
They watched the carriages as they crawled along. The little station of Hillsdale did not boast taxicabs, but contented itself to the old-fashioned surreys driven by talkative old negroes.
At last the first carriage turned in at the gate and the girls saw Daphne and her mother sitting on the back seat. They jumped on the steps, and Phyllis climbed in beside the driver.
Daphne at their unexpected appearance was so delighted that she fairly danced, and Mrs. Hillis, who had feared Daphne’s silence on the way up from the station was the first sign of homesickness, was relieved.