It would be so much nicer to see our dear home again when there was nobody there but ourselves.

In-doors we rushed.

Our absence had been like rain on a garden.

Everything now seemed fresher and brighter and more delightful.

We went from room to room, and seemed to appreciate better than ever what a charming home we had.
We were so full of the delights of our return that we forgot all about the Sunday dinner and our guests, but Pomona, whom my wife was training to be an excellent cook, did not forget, and Euphemia was summoned to a consultation in the kitchen.
Dinner was late; but our guests were later.