"Come, dears," she said gayly. "The house is all ready, and we're going
home."
"Done? So soon?" faltered Grandma Burton, who had not been told very
much concerning the new home's progress. "Why, how quick they have built
it!"
There was a note of regret in the tremulous old voice, but Mrs. John did
not seem to notice. The old man, too, rose from his chair with a long
sigh--and again Mrs. John did not seem to notice.
* * * * *
"Yes, dearie, yes, it's all very nice and fine," said Grandma Burton
wearily, half an hour later as she trudged through the sumptuous parlors
and halls of the new house; "but, if you don't mind, I guess I'll go to
my room, daughter. I'm tired--turrible tired."
Up the stairs and along the hall trailed the little procession--Mrs.
John, John, the bent old man, and the little old woman. At the end of
the hall Mrs. John paused a moment, then flung the door wide open.
There was a gasp and a quick step forward; then came the sudden
illumination of two wrinkled old faces.
"John! Edith!"--it was a cry of mingled joy and wonder.
There was no reply. Mrs. John had closed the door and left them there
with their treasures.
For Jimmy
Uncle Zeke's pipe had gone out--sure sign that Uncle Zeke's mind was not
at rest.
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