“Too bashful to stay and be praised,” began Charlie, excusing the peculiarities of his chief as in duty bound.
“Phebe beckoned to him; I saw her,” cried Rose, staring hard at the door.
“Is it more presents coming?” asked Jamie, just as his brother re-appeared, looking more excited than ever.
“Yes; a present for mother, and here it is!” roared Archie, flinging wide the door to let in a tall man, who cried out,
“Where's my little woman? The first kiss for her, then the rest may come on as fast as they like.”
Before the words were out of his mouth, Mrs. Jessie was half-hidden under his rough great-coat, and four boys were prancing about him clamouring for their turn.
Of course, there was a joyful tumult for a time, during which Rose slipped into the window recess and watched what went on, as if it were a chapter in a Christmas story. It was good to see bluff Uncle Jem look proudly at his tall son, and fondly hug the little ones. It was better still to see him shake his brothers' hands as if he would never leave off, and kiss all the sisters in a way that made even solemn Aunt Myra brighten up for a minute. But it was best of all to see him finally established in grandfather's chair, with his “little woman” beside him, his three youngest boys in his lap, and Archie hovering over him like a large-sized cherub. That really was, as Charlie said, “A landscape to do one's heart good.”
“All hearty and all here, thank God!” said Captain Jem in the first pause that came, as he looked about him with a grateful face.
“All but Rose,” answered loyal little Jamie, remembering the absent.
“Faith, I forgot the child! Where is George's little girl?” asked the Captain, who had not seen her since she was a baby.