"Yes, Pen, we caught 'em both. They're right here, and they can't get away now."
"I see 'em! There's cousin Susie!"
At that moment she remembered to turn and shout back into the house,—
"Aunt Judith, here they are! They've got 'em both!"
But there was her aunt already in the doorway, with the steaming waffle-irons in one hand.
"Sakes alive, child! You'll freeze the whole house. Poor things! and they ain't used to cold weather."
Aunt Judith must have had an idea that it was generally summer in the city.
The sleigh jangled right up to the bottom step of the stoop now. Mr. Farnham got out first, and was followed by his wife. They were followed by a very much wrapped-up young lady, into whose arms Pen fairly jumped, exclaiming,—
"Susie! Susie Hudson!"
There were no signs of frost-bite on Susie's rosy cheeks, and she hugged Penelope vigorously. Just behind her, a little more dignifiedly, there descended from the sleigh a boy who may have been two years younger, say fourteen or fifteen, who evidently felt that the occasion called upon him for his self-possession.