See, here are your great-grandchildren ready to rise up and call you blessed." "God bless you, child!" he said, in quivering tones, embracing her with more affection than ever before.

"And this," laying his hand on wee Elsie's head, "is yourself as you were at the same age." "I'm very sorry for you, dear old grandpa; mamma has told me all about it," the little girl softly whispered, putting her small arms about his neck as he stooped to give her a kiss.
"Me too," Eddie put in, offering his hand and lips.
"That's right; good boy; good children.

How are you, Travilla?
You've come back to find ruin and desolation where you left beauty and prosperity;" and the aged voice shook with emotion.
Mr.Travilla had a kindly, hearty hand-shake, and gentle sympathizing words for him, then presented Vi and Baby Harold.
Meanwhile the greetings were being exchanged by the others.

Lora met her brother, and both Rose and Elsie, with the warm affection of earlier days, mingled with grief for the losses and sorrows that had befallen since they parted.
Mr.Howard, too, was cordial in his greeting, but Louise and Enna met them with coldness and disdain, albeit they were mere pensioners upon Horace's bounty, self-invited guests in his house.
Louise gave the tips of her fingers to each, in sullen silence, while Enna drew back from the offered hands, muttering, "A set of Yankees come to spy out the nakedness of the land; don't give a hand to them, children." "As you like," Mr.Dinsmore answered indifferently, stepping past her to speak to Mrs.Murray and the servants; "you know I will do a brother's part by my widowed sisters all the same." "For shame, Enna!" said Lora; "you are here in Horace's house, and neither he nor the others ever took part against us." "I don't care, it was nearly as bad to stay away and give no help," muttered the offender, giving Elsie a look of scorn and aversion.
"Be quiet, will you, Madam Johnson," said her old father; "it would be no more than right if Horace should turn you out of the house.

Elsie," seeing tears coursing the cheeks of the latter, "don't distress yourself, child; she's not worth minding." "That is quite true, little wife," said Mr.Travilla; "and though you have felt for her sorrows, do not let her unkindness wound you." Elsie wiped away her tears, but only waiting to speak to Mrs.Murray and the servants, retired immediately to the privacy of her own apartments, Mr.Travilla accompanying her with their children and attendants.
Wearied with her journey, and already saddened by the desolations of the country over which they had passed, this cold, and even insulting reception from the aunts--over whose bereavements she had wept in tender sympathy--cut her to the quick.
"Oh, Edward, how can they behave so to papa and mamma in their own house!" she said, sitting down upon a sofa in her boudoir and laying aside her hat, while her eyes again overflowed; "dear papa and mamma, who are always so kind!" "And you, too, dearest," he said, placing himself by her side and putting an arm about her.