“There’s not a word of truth in that lament, Mrs. Abbott, my dear,” said Lily, as she folded her teacher in a fervent hug, “for I’m awfully, awful glad to get back.”
“So am I,” said Katie.
“And you, dear?” said Mrs. Abbott, smiling at Marion, who could not easily release herself from Elfie’s embrace of joyful welcome.
“It is coming home to me,” answered Marion, with glowing face.
“Have you had a pleasant visit?”
“O, so delightful! May I come to your room to-night and tell you about it?”
“Indeed you may.”
“May I hear the history too?” said Mr. Eaton, just appearing from the library.
The girls pounced upon him then, dragging him into the school-room and asking a flood of questions and begging hard for the promise of a story after tea. He gave the promise readily, but it was not fulfilled, for an hour later a telegram summoned him away upon business that could not be delayed.
“I don’t understand why every body has to be in the dumps just because Mr. Eaton had to go away,” said Edna, discontentedly, that evening.