“My dear boy,” was all the president said as he grasped the hand stretched out to him.
“There’s not much left of me, but what there is is very glad to see you,” was Walter’s greeting.
It was well that Caro was there to help out the conversation at first, her grandfather was kept so busy clearing his glasses. She was as full of life as the gray squirrel she resembled.
“Did you know we got lost yesterday?” she asked.
“Yes; though I didn’t hear it till you were found. What were you doing in the chapel?”
“It was open you know and so we went in to look at Annette’s window.”
“And weren’t you afraid when you found the door shut?”
“Yes, a little, when it began to get dark—and Marjorie was too. I thought it would be so dreadfully dark after a while, and then the electric light shone out, straight through the window! We could see the Good Shepherd just as plain as day, and I wasn’t afraid any longer; then pretty soon they found us.”
“‘For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,’”
Walter quoted, smiling at Dr. Barrows.