So I didn't mind.
Besides, I knew I had Mother waiting for me.
And wasn't I glad to get there?
Well, I just guess I was! And _they_ acted as if they were glad to see me--Mother, Grandfather, Aunt Hattie, and even Baby Lester.

He knew me, and remembered me.

He'd grown a lot, too.

And they said I had, and that I looked very nice.

(I forgot to say that, of course, I had put on the Marie clothes to come home in--though I honestly think Aunt Jane wanted to send me home in Mary's blue gingham and calfskin shoes.