Philip too swayed a little uncertainly and stood a moment with his hand to his head.

The children gazed about them bewildered and still a little giddy.

The room was gone, the model of the Grange was gone.

Over their heads was blue sky, under their feet was green grass, and in front stood the Grange itself, with its front door wide open and on the steps Helen and Mr.Peter Graham.
That telegram had brought them home.
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