"What kind of a stamp has it got ?" "Never you mind about the stamp." "Uncle John--and it's about my going to Philadelphia." Jane laughed.

"Uncle John never saw it." "Then it's from--Oh, you tell me, mother!" "No--guess.

Think of everybody you ever heard of.

Those you have seen and those you--" "Oh, I know--Aunt Lucy." "Yes, and she's coming home.

Home, Archie, think of it, after all these years!" "Well, that's bully! She won't know me, will she?
I never saw her, did I ?" "Yes, when you were a little fellow." It was difficult to keep the tremor out of her voice.
"Will she bring any dukes and high daddies with her ?" "No," laughed Jane, "only her little daughter Ellen, the sweetest little girl you ever saw, she writes." "How old is she ?" He had slipped his arm around his mother's waist now and the two were "toeing it" up the path, he stopping every few feet to root a pebble from its bed.