"Poor old Eliot is simply wild with delight at the thought of seeing her home and family again, and I am nearly as much upset as she is.

We're to be gone five or six months.
Papa says that while we are over there we might as well go the rounds, so maybe we'll spend Christmas in France, in the same place that Joyce did." "What time do you leave Locust to-night ?" asked Malcolm.
"On the ten o'clock train, I think.

Joyce is going with us, part of the way, as papa has to make a trip to St.Louis before we go back to New York." "And which way are you all going now ?" asked Keith.

The others had joined them, and the seven ponies were standing in a ring in the middle of the road, their noses almost touching.
"We're going down to your house," answered Joyce, "to bid your Grandmother MacIntyre and Miss Allison good-bye.

They have been so good to us all the time we have been here.