Father wasn't there, either.

And, just as I suspected, 't was a star that was to blame, only this time the star was the moon--an eclipse; and he'd gone somewhere out West so he could see it better.
He isn't coming back till next week; and when I think how he made me come on the first day, so as to get in the whole six months, when all the time he did not care enough about it to be here himself, I'm just mad--I mean, the righteously indignant kind of mad--for I can't help thinking how poor Mother would have loved those extra days with her.
Aunt Jane said I was to have my old room, and so, as soon as I got here, I went right up and took off my hat and coat, and pretty quick they brought up my trunk, and I unpacked it; and I didn't hurry about it either.

I wasn't a bit anxious to get downstairs again to Aunt Jane.

Besides, I may as well own up, I was crying--a little.

Mother's room was right across the hall, and it looked so lonesome; and I couldn't help remembering how different this homecoming was from the one in Boston, six months ago.
Well, at last I had to go down to dinner--I mean supper--and, by the way, I made another break on that.