Then Mrs.Weston, then Ellen; and afterwards, the aged relatives warmly embraced each other.
Little Lydia was not forgotten, they all shook hands with her, but Alice, who stooped to kiss her smooth, black cheek.

William was then regularly shaken hands with, and the family entered the large, airy hall, and were indeed at home.
Here were collected all the servants employed about the house, each in a Sunday dress, each greeted with a kind word.

Alice shook hands with them two or three times over, then pointing to the family pictures, which were arranged along the hall, "Look at them, uncle," said she; "did you ever see them so smiling before ?" They went to the drawing-room, all but Alice, who flew off in another direction.
"She is gone to see Phillis," said Mr.Weston, gazing after her.

"Well, I will rest a few moments, and then go too." Never did mother hold to her heart a child dearer to her, than Phillis, when she pressed Alice to her bosom.

Alice had almost lived with her, when she, and Walter, and Arthur were children.