Kent had no answer for such foolishness but to squeeze her hand.
“I’d be perfectly happy if I just knew that Bobby and poor little Mumsy were all right.”
“Why, they may be on the high seas this minute. We will surely hear something of them when we get to New York.”
Sandy Hook was at last sighted and then came the slow, majestic steaming into the harbour! Liberty still held her torch on high with the gulls circling around her. The same little tugs were puffing up and down, with the great ferries plying back and forth like huge shuttles. New York’s sky line was as fascinating to Mrs. Kent Brown as it had ever been to Judy Kean.
“Oh, Kent, I love it so! How could I have stayed away so long?” cried Judy, rapturously making sketches in the air.
The pier was filled with an eager crowd, awaiting the arrival of the steamer.
“There won’t be any one for us,” said Judy rather wistfully. “Your mother is in Kentucky, and of course Molly couldn’t leave the baby to come meet us, and there isn’t any one else.”
Kent smiled and said nothing. He was almost sure he saw the figure of his tall brother-in-law, Professor Green, towering above the crowd, but he was afraid he might be mistaken and could not bear to disappoint Judy.
It was Edwin Green and hanging on one arm was Molly (Kent knew her by the blue scarf). And who was that on the other arm? Oh, what a mother! It was Mrs. Brown, her face uplifted and glowing.
“Judy, look a little to the left of the second post! Right in front of us, honey! What do you see?”