There was more color on her face than I had supposed would be likely to find its way there, and her bright eyes showed that she was not only surprised but glad to see me.
"I thought you were ever so far on your journey!" she said.

"And how did you get through that awful storm ?" "I want to know first about your foot," I said--"how is that ?" "My own opinion is," she answered, "that it is nearly well.

Mother knew exactly what to do for it; she wrapped it in wet cloths and dry cloths, and this morning I scarcely think of it.

But there is one thing I want to tell you before you meet father and mother--for they want to see you, I know.

We talked a great deal about you last night.
You may have thought it strange I told you about the peas, but I had to do it to explain why I could not ask you to stop.