James, one of the absent sons, was expected home on a visit.

He had never seen the last acquisition to the family.
Jack had written faithfully of all the merits of his colored protege, and hinted plainly that mother did not always treat her just right.

Many were the preparations to make the visit pleasant, and as the day approached when he was to arrive, great exertions were made to cook the favorite viands, to prepare the choicest table-fare.
The morning of the arrival day was a busy one.

Frado knew not who would be of so much importance; her feet were speeding hither and thither so unsparingly.

Mrs.Bellmont seemed a trifle fatigued, and her shoes which had, early in the morning, a methodic squeak, altered to an irregular, peevish snap.
"Get some little wood to make the fire burn," said Mrs.Bellmont, in a sharp tone.