William Gilbert stood behind them, his dark, tired face smiling a little, his long, lean body sagging lazily. Catherine reached for his hand.
"Well, you two!" she cried. "How'd you find this place?"
"Charles gave us minute directions." Dr. Henrietta rose neatly. "He wouldn't come. He's too important for trips. What's happened to Letty? She seems to be clothed for a prize fight."
"Letty swim!" shouted Letty proudly.
"You drove from New York?" Catherine lifted Letty into her arms, and enveloped her in the sweater. "I didn't know you could get away."
"Labor Day," said Bill. He was gazing at the children, his eyes half shut behind his thick glasses.
"If you can't put us up, Catherine, we'll hunt for a boarding house. But we wanted to see you."
"Of course I can. Do you think I'd let you escape, when I'm starving for human beings?"
"With all of these?" Bill nodded at the group.