And no countess or lady of high degree could have welcomed a long-lost earl home more joyfully than the tired little washerwoman had welcomed the erring husband of her youth.
But in Peter's ointment of joy there was a fly or two.

So very, very few things are flawless in this world, even on the golden road.
"Of course I'm awful glad that father has come back and that ma won't have to wash any more," he said with a sigh, "but there are two things that kind of worry me.

My Aunt Jane always said that it didn't do any good to worry, and I s'pose it don't, but it's kind of a relief." "What's worrying you ?" asked Felix.
"Well, for one thing I'll feel awful bad to go away from you all.

I'll miss you just dreadful, and I won't even be able to go to the same school.

I'll have to go to Markdale school." "But you must come and see us often," said Felicity graciously.
"Markdale isn't so far away, and you could spend every other Saturday afternoon with us anyway." Peter's black eyes filled with adoring gratitude.
"That's so kind of you, Felicity.