But this was all; and they felt it a cause for thankfulness that things were no worse.
A group of relatives and retainers were gathered in the veranda to greet them; an aged, white-haired man the central figure, around him three ladies in deep mourning, a one-armed gentleman, and a crowd of children of both sexes and all ages, from the babe in arms to the youth of sixteen; while in the rear could be seen Mrs.Murray's portly figure, and strong, sensible Scotch face, beaming with pleasure, relieved by a background of dusky faces, lighted up with joy and expectation.
Mr.Dinsmore alighted first, gave his hand to his wife, and leaving young Horace to attend to Rosebud, hastened to meet his father.
The old man tottered forward and fell upon his neck, weeping bitterly.

"My son, my boa, my only one now; I have lost all--everything--wife, sons, home; all swept away, nothing left to my old age but you." "Yes, that's it always," sneered a sharp voice near at hand; "daughters count for nothing; grandchildren are equally valuable.

Sons, houses, and lands are the only possessions worth having." "Enna, how can you!" exclaimed Mrs.Howard.
But neither father nor brother seemed to hear, or heed the unkind, unfilial remark.

The old man was sobbing on his son's shoulder; he soothing him as tenderly as ever he had soothed wife or daughter.
"My home is yours as long as you choose to make it so, my dear father; and Roselands shall be restored, and your old age crowned with the love and reverence of children and children's children." Hastily recovering himself, the old gentleman released his son, gave an affectionate greeting to Rose, and catching sight of young Horace, now a handsome youth of nineteen, embraced him, exclaiming, "Ah, yes, here is another son for me! one of whom I may well be proud.

Rosie, too, grown to a great girl! Glad to see you, dear." But the first carriage had moved on; the second had come up and discharged its living freight, and Mr.
Travilla, with Vi in his arms, Elsie leading her eldest daughter and son, had stepped upon the veranda, followed by Dinah with the babe.
"Dear grandpa," Mrs.Travilla said, in tender, tremulous tones, dropping her children's hands to put her arms about his neck, as he turned from Rosebud to her, "my poor, dear grandpa, we will all try to comfort you, and make your old age bright and happy.