They walked up the road a little way, and then father opened a big gate and let them into a beautiful garden full of rhododendrons like the Ravensnest garden.

And who was this walking down the drive to meet them?
Such a pretty little elderly lady, with gray hair and a white cap.
"Dear Aunt Emma!" said Mrs.Norton, running up to her and taking both her hands and kissing her.
"Well, Lucy," said the little lady, holding her hands and looking at her (Lucy was Mrs.Norton's Christian name), "it _is_ nice to see you all here.

And there's dear little Milly, I remember her.

But where's Olly?
I've never seen that small creature, you know.

Come, Olly, don't be shy.
Little boys are never shy with Aunt Emma." "Except when they tumble into bogs," said Mr.Norton, laughing and pulling Olly forward, who was trying to hide his mud-stockings behind his mother.