And the accomplished principal warmly congratulated her visitor, and graciously granted the request.
And Drusilla left the parlor to prepare for her ride, and in ten minutes returned, ready to accompany Mrs. Lyon home.
They reached the house in time for the old lady to hustle into the housekeeper’s room, and order sundry dishes of oysters, poultry, game, pastry, cakes and jellies added to the bill of fare for supper.
“For you know he may arrive by the nine o’clock train—that is the first one in,” said the old lady.
“Who may arrive, Madam?” inquired the housekeeper, who had not heard one word of the good news.
“My son, to be sure, you stupid woman—who else?” exclaimed Mrs. Lyon, delightedly. And then she poured forth the news of the letter she had received from him.
“Oh!” said Mrs. Sterling. And she turned and kissed her daughter, inquiring:
“How came you out of school?”
“Madame brought me home with her to welcome—my benefactor,” answered Drusilla, returning her mother’s kiss.
“Oh,” said the housekeeper a second time. “Well, I’m going to be very busy to get up all these dishes in time for supper, so don’t interrupt me.”