Marty and Jerry with their grandfather, were coming down the trail that led out from the cabin. They saw the Meredith's approaching and hurried forward to greet them.
Nora, Janey, Don, Harry, Beth and Alice, needed no introduction to Mr. Greyson, for much to their joy, they found him one and the same as the friend who had piloted them from the station, on the evening of their arrival at Land's End.
After the warm greetings were over, Don couldn't wait another moment to break the news.
"The mystery of the castle is over, for our cousin Harry has returned; he wasn't drowned at all, but kidnapped somewhere off the coast of Africa, in the most uncivilized region."
"And—" Janey interrupted, "his mother, who shut herself up in the tower room, is perfectly well again."
"We left them gathering flowers for the party!" Alice began, quickly joining in to have a part in the affair.
"Wait—" Don spoke up again—"I want to give Aunt Janice's message first."
Then, in a rush, it all came out—the words fairly running over one another for utterance, and ending with a glowing picture of the pretty house, nestled at the foot of the blue misty hills, "Please say you'll accept and move right in, Mr. Greyson; Aunt Janice really needs your help at once."
Marty and Jerry stood waiting, their faces pictures of eager expectancy. The house that Jerry described and of which they had only seen the outside, seemed like a real palace to them.
When their grandfather, without losing time, accepted the offer, their cup of joy seemed to overflow!