If she ever was naughty to him, how sorry she must feel about it now!" During the remainder of the short visit at Lansdale, and all through the homeward journey, Lulu's thoughts often turned upon Evelyn, and she had scarcely alighted from the carriage on their arrival at Ion before she sent a sweeping glance around the welcoming group on the veranda, in eager search of the young stranger.
Yes, there she was, a little slender girl in deep mourning, standing slightly apart from the embracing, rejoicing relatives.

She was not decidedly pretty, but graceful and refined in appearance, with an earnest, intelligent countenance and very fine eyes.

She seemed quite free from self-consciousness and wholly taken up with the interest of the scenes being enacted before her.
"How many of them there are! and how they love one another! how nice it is!" she was thinking within herself, when the two Elsies, releasing each other from a long, tender embrace, turned toward her, the older one saying, half inquiringly, "And this is Evelyn ?" "Yes, mamma.

Eva, this is my dear mother," said Mrs.Leland.
Mrs.Travilla took the little girl in her arms, kissed her affectionately, and bade her welcome to Ion, adding, "And if you like you may call me Grandma Elsie, as the others do." "Thank you, ma'am," Evelyn answered, coloring with pleasure; "but it seems hardly appropriate, for you look not very much older than Aunt Elsie; and she is young to be my aunt." "That's right, Eva," Mrs.Leland said, with a pleased laugh; "I for one have never approved of mamma being called so by any one older than my baby-boy." Mrs.Travilla's attention was claimed by some one else at that moment, and Lester, taking Evelyn by the hand, led her up to Mr.and Mrs.
Dinsmore.

She was introduced to the others in turn, every one greeting her with the utmost kindness.