But I'll try now to begin at the beginning and tell what happened.
Well, first we got into Boston at four o'clock Monday afternoon, and there was Grandpa Desmond to meet us.

He's lovely--tall and dignified, with grayish hair and merry eyes like Mother's, only his are behind glasses.

At the station he just kissed Mother and me and said he was glad to see us, and led us to the place where Peter was waiting with the car.

(Peter drives Grandpa's automobile, and _he's_ lovely, too.) Mother and Grandpa talked very fast and very lively all the way home, and Mother laughed quite a lot.

But in the hall she cried a little, and Grandpa patted her shoulder, and said, "There, there!" and told her how glad he was to get his little girl back, and that they were going to be very happy now and forget the past.