"Sarah, would you?—would you come back? Do you mean it?" cried Caleb, with a swift joy in his eyes.
Sarah burst into tears, and threw herself into her husband's arms. "Oh, Caleb, I—just would! I—I 've wanted to ever so long, but—I just would n't own up."
"There, there," soothed the man, with loving pats, his face alight, "we'll come back, so we will; we'll come back right away."
Ethel and Fred ran shouting from the summer-house, and Sarah raised a tear-stained face.
"Well, anyhow," she laughed softly, "now we can see just how high that rosebush does get!"
The Letter
Monday noon the postman gave the letter to twelve-year-old Emily, and Emily in turn handed it to her young brother. Between the gate and the door, however, Teddy encountered Rover, and Rover wanted to play. It ended in the letter disappearing around the corner of the house, being fast held in the jaws of a small black-and-tan dog.
Five minutes later the assembled family in the dining-room heard of the loss and demanded an explanation.
"'T wasn't t-ten minutes ago, mother," stammered Emily defensively.
"The postman handed it to me and I gave it to Teddy to bring in."
"But whose letter was it?" demanded several voices.