It was Rikli.

She had been allowed to come to meet them.

It seemed that night as if they would never be tired enough to go to bed, they were so excited with joy at seeing father and mother and aunty, and at feeling themselves at home again.

Questions and answers were all poured out together, interrupted by frequent exclamations of affection and of joy at being all together once more.

There seemed no chance of quiet or rest that night.
But at last the evening came to an end.