"This yere is the Herndon shebang." The gentlemen inside assisted Miss Spencer to descend in safety to the weed-bordered walk, where she stood shaking her ruffled plumage into shape, and giving directions regarding her luggage.

Then the two gentlemen emerged, Moffat bearing a grip-case, a bandbox, and a basket, while McNeil supported a shawl-strap and a small trunk.

Thus decorated they meekly followed her lead up the narrow path toward the front door.
The latter opened suddenly, and Mrs.Herndon bounced forth with vociferous welcome.
"Why, Phoebe Spencer, and have you really come! I did n't expect you 'd get along before next week.

Oh, this seems too nice to see you again; almost as good as going home to Vermont.

You must be completely tired out." "Dear Aunt Lydia; of course I 'm glad to be here.