Mrs. Morton threw her arms around her sister as the Ethels and Dorothy came rushing into the room from their morning on the bathing beach.
"Children, there's good news. Dorothy is your very own cousin."
"Our cousin?"
"Really our cousin?"
"Grandfather Emerson always said our noses were alike."
"Nothing so good ever happened to us," and the Ethels seized Dorothy and the three went through the steps of the butterfly dance with joyous smiles that reassured Dorothy's mother as to her child's welcome into the family.
"I'm so glad it's you who are the Aunt Louise we've wanted to know all our lives," cried Helen softly, kissing her aunt.
Roger shook hands with her gravely, feeling himself the representative of his father on an occasion of such family importance.
The Ethels rushed on to the porch when they heard Dicky coming up the steps.
"Dicky, Dicky, we've got a new aunt! Come in and see her."