CHAPTER VI.
WHEN I AM BOTH TOGETHER BOSTON AGAIN.
Well, I came last night.

Mother and Grandfather and Aunt Hattie and Baby Lester all met me at the station.

And, my! wasn't I glad to see them?
Well, I just guess I was! I was specially glad on account of having such a dreadful time with Father that morning.

I mean, I was feeling specially lonesome and homesick, and not-belonging-anywhere like.
You see, it was this way: I'd been sort of hoping, I know, that at the last, when I came to really go, Father would get back the understanding smile and the twinkle, and show that he really _did_ care for me, and was sorry to have me go.

But, dear me! Why, he never was so stern and solemn, and you're-my-daughter-only-by-the-order-of-the-court sort of way as he was that morning.
He never even spoke at the breakfast-table.