“It is delightful to come home to houses so well ordered and neat as this and Sunnyside have proved on this occasion, Mamma Vi,” Lucilla remarked on her return to the veranda.
“Yes, and I think I fully appreciate it,” replied Violet. “You found yours in good order?”
“Perfect. It could not have looked better if I had been there to oversee the work.”
“And I can say just the same of mine,” said Evelyn.
CHAPTER XVII
Over at Ion the family were left alone, all the guests having now departed to their own homes. Zoe was seeing her children in their nests for the night; Grandpa and Grandma Dinsmore were chatting together on the front veranda, while Grandma Elsie and her sons, Edward and Herbert, a little removed from the older couple, were engaged in a similar manner—her sons asking questions in regard to their mother’s experiences during the summer and fall, and she telling a pleasant and interesting tale in regard to them.
Just then a hack came rolling up the avenue.
“Who’s that now, I wonder,” growled Edward, “coming to interrupt our first private chat with our long absent mother?”