They looked back to see him standing on the porch beside the Little Colonel, who was excitedly waving a bunch of flowers which she had been carrying all evening.

The light from the red lantern above her threw a rosy glow over the graceful little figure, the soft light hair, and smiling, upturned face.

That is the picture they carried away with them.
"Wait!" she cried, a smile dimpling her cheeks, and shining with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Wait! You've forgotten something! Eugenia's chicken!" Little Jim Gibbs came running after them with it, and Mr.Forbes lifted it up beside the hamper that held Joyce's puppy.
"Oh, I've sat on my cake and mashed it," moaned Joyce, as she moved over to make a place for the dilapidated old bandbox.

"How do you suppose we're ever going to get home with such a mixture of frosted cakes and puppies and chickens, and all the keepsakes that those boys piled on to us at the last moment." It was amid much laughter that the carriage moved on again.