Her husband had finished his meal, and was sitting in the parlour, when he observed a middle-aged coloured lady coming into the garden.
"Look, Caddy," cried he, "isn't this your mother ?" "Oh, yes, that is she," replied Caddy, and ran and opened the door, exclaiming, "Oh, mother, they're come;" and as she spoke, Mr.Garie came into the entry and shook hands heartily with her.

"I'm so much indebted to you," said he, "for arranging everything so nicely for us--there is not a thing we would wish to alter." "I am very glad you are pleased; we did our best to make it comfortable," was her reply.
"And you succeeded beyond our expectation; but do come up," continued he, "Emily will be delighted to see you.

She is quite unwell this morning; has not even got up yet;" and leading the way upstairs, he ushered Mrs.Ellis into the bedroom.
"Why, can this be you ?" said she, surveying Emily with surprise and pleasure.

"If I had met you anywhere, I should never have known you.

How you have altered! You were not so tall as my Caddy when I saw you last; and here you are with two children--and pretty little things they are too!" said she, kissing little Em, who was seated on the bed with her brother, and sharing with him the remains of her mother's chocolate.
"And you look much younger that I expected to see you," replied Mrs.Garie.
"Draw a chair up to the bed, and let us have a talk about old times.