“I am sure you are right about that,” said Chester, “and if we practise it—that teaching—we shall be a happy set.”
“I hear our call to supper,” said Lucilla. “Eva, won’t you and Max come in and sup with us?”
“Do, friends and relatives; we will be very glad to have you partake with us,” said Chester.
“Thank you both,” said Max. “I think our supper is just about ready, but if you will allow its dishes to be added to yours we may share with each other, and probably enjoy doing so.”
All agreed that that was a good idea, and the plan was immediately carried out.
The Sunnyside folks were not more glad to see their home than were the Woodburn people to reach theirs. The captain’s carriage contained, not his own family only, but his future son-in-law also. Harold was bidding an affectionate good-bye to Grace on the veranda at Ion when her father said laughingly:
“Don’t indulge in adieus just here and now, Harold, but come with us to Woodburn. Who can tell but there may be a patient there longing for a sight of Dr. Harold Travilla’s face?”
“Thank you, captain; a kind invitation, and flattering to my medical and surgical skill and supposed desire to be helpful to others; but I should be sorry to crowd you.”