“It’s just possible that I may be home very early, perhaps in time for twelve o’clock lunch,” remarked Mr. Duwell, one Saturday morning as he was starting for business.
“Oh, wouldn’t that be fine!” exclaimed the children. “We’ll be looking for you.”
Even before the noon whistles had ceased blowing, three eager faces were peering out of the windows, for Mrs. Duwell was as interested as Ruth and Wallace.
“Oh, I do hope father will come soon!” exclaimed Ruth.
“I am sure to see him first,” said Wallace with a superior air. “I can see farther than you!”
“You can’t see father any better than I can,” replied Ruth, “for I see him this minute.”
“You do? Where?” asked Wallace.
“I certainly do—may I run to meet him, mother?”
“Oh, I see him!” cried Wallace. “I am going, too!”
“Yes, run!” said Mrs. Duwell. “You both have better eyes than I have.” Almost before she had finished speaking, the children were racing toward a carriage. As the driver drew rein, they climbed in.