"I ordered some goods from Kingston, and Gordon's man promised to bring them from the depot if they came." The rattle got louder, but the trees hid the rig, which was approaching the back of the house.

It stopped, there were steps in the hall, and Mrs.Farnam turned with an exclamation.

Farnam pushed his chair back and George sprang upright as Agatha came out on the veranda.
She was very brown and thin; her clothes were new, but obviously cheap and the fit was bad.

As she glanced at the group she smiled and there was nothing in her tranquil manner to indicate the repentant prodigal.
She kissed Mrs.Farnam and gave George her hand.
"It really looks as if you were rather surprised than pleased," she remarked.
"We're both," said Mrs.Farnam.

"But how did you come?
It's some time since the Toronto train got in.