But we live very quietly.

I am so sorry that I can't ask you to come and see us again." The children thought this very hard.

When they HAD made a friend--and such a friend--they would dearly have liked him to come and see them again.
What the old gentleman thought they couldn't tell.

He only said:-- "I consider myself very fortunate, Madam, to have been received once at your house." "Ah," said Mother, "I know I must seem surly and ungrateful--but--" "You could never seem anything but a most charming and gracious lady," said the old gentleman, with another of his bows.
And as they turned to go up the hill, Bobbie saw her Mother's face.
"How tired you look, Mammy," she said; "lean on me." "It's my place to give Mother my arm," said Peter.

"I'm the head man of the family when Father's away." Mother took an arm of each.
"How awfully nice," said Phyllis, skipping joyfully, "to think of the dear Russian embracing his long-lost wife.