“No, I don't think Clare's in the least tired—”

“Yes, isn't the house a duck?”

“Don't we just love being back!”

“... hoping you hadn't caught colds—”

“... besides we had the easiest crossing—”

“... How's Bobby?”

“... were so afraid that something must have happened—”

Mrs. Rossiter took Clare upstairs to help her to take her hat off.

Mother and daughter faced one another—Clare flung herself into her mother's arms.

“Oh! Mother dear, he's wonderful, wonderful!”