"I guess you have wanted me!" said Fleda, shaking her head as she kissed them both again.
"I guess we have," said Hugh, "but don't fancy we have grown thin upon the want."
"But where's uncle Rolf? you didn't tell me."
"He is gone to look after those lands in Michigan."
"In Michigan!--When did he go?"
"Very soon after you."
"And you didn't let me know!--O why didn't you? How lonely you must have been."
"Let you know indeed!" said Mrs. Rossitur, wrapping her in her arms again;--"Hugh and I counted every week that you staid with more and pleasure each one."
"I understand!" said Fleda laughing under her aunt's kisses. "Well I am glad I am at home again to take care of you. I see you can't get along without me!"
"People have been very kind, Fleda," said Hugh.