Ida sent Josephine up-stairs to get his smoking-jacket and slippers, and Maria thought She was very kind to her father.

Evelyn climbed into his arms, but he greeted even her rather wearily.

Ida noticed it.
"Come away, darling," she said.

"Papa is tired, and you are a heavy little lump of honey," Ida smiled, entrancingly.
Harry looked at her with loving admiration, then at Maria.
"I tell you what it is, I feel pretty thankful to-night, when I think of last night--when I realize I have you all home," said he.
Ida smiled more radiantly.

"Yes, we ought to be very thankful," she said.
Maria made up her mind that she would apologize to her if she had a chance.