So did Aunt Madge.

There wasn't so much of her in size, but there was what you might call a "warm tone" over her whole face, which made you think of sunshine and fair weather.

So in walked "an open fire" and a "ray of sunshine," and "took off their things." Of course there were laughing and kissing; and Fly, without being requested, hugged Uncle 'Gustus like a little "grizzle." "Sorry I cried so 'bout you bein' sick.

Didn't 'spect you'd get well." "Beg pardon for disappointing you.

How many tears, did you waste, little Crocodile?
Why, children, you're as welcome, all of you, as crocuses in spring.