It was no holiday to her.

Early in the day her husband was to come home, and though she could not help looking and wishing for him to come, yet the thought of him produced a pressure in her bosom.

She felt that his presence would only bring for her heart a deeper shadow.
The children had grown eager for him to come.

The younger ones talked of the presents he would bring them, while George thought of a book, yet dared hardly hope to receive one.

At last, Emma descried her father far down the road, and announced, in a loud voice, his coming.