“Oh, why can’t I be as good as Max and Gracie?” she said to herself, covering her face with her hands and sighing heavily.  “I wish papa was here so I could tell him again how sorry I am, and how dearly I do love him though I am so often naughty.  I am glad I did tell him, and that he forgave me and told me he loved me just as well as any other of his children.  How good in him to say that!  I wonder if Evelyn Leland ever behaved badly to her father.  If she ever was naughty to him, how sorry she must feel about it now!”

During the remainder of the short visit at Lansdale, and all through the homeward journey, Lulu’s thoughts often turned upon Evelyn, and she had scarcely alighted from the carriage on their arrival at Ion before she sent a sweeping glance around the welcoming group on the veranda, in eager search of the young stranger.

Yes, there she was, a little slender girl in deep mourning, standing slightly apart from the embracing, rejoicing relatives.  She was not decidedly pretty, but graceful and refined in appearance, with an earnest, intelligent countenance and very fine eyes.  She seemed quite free from self-consciousness and wholly taken up with the interest of the scenes being enacted before her.

“How many of them there are! and how they love one another! how nice it is!” she was thinking within herself, when the two Elsies, releasing each other from a long, tender embrace, turned toward her, the older one saying, half inquiringly, “And this is Evelyn?”

“Yes, mamma.  Eva, this is my dear mother,” said Mrs. Leland.

Mrs. Travilla took the little girl in her arms, kissed her affectionately, and bade her welcome to Ion, adding, “And if you like you may call me Grandma Elsie, as the others do.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Evelyn answered, coloring with pleasure; “but it seems hardly appropriate, for you look not very much older than Aunt Elsie; and she is young to be my aunt.”

“That’s right, Eva,” Mrs. Leland said, with a pleased laugh; “I for one have never approved of mamma being called so by any one older than my baby-boy.”

Mrs. Travilla’s attention was claimed by some one else at that moment, and Lester, taking Evelyn by the hand, led her up to Mr. and Mrs. Dinsmore.  She was introduced to the others in turn, every one greeting her with the utmost kindness.  Rosie gave her a hasty kiss, but Lulu embraced her with warmth, saying, “I am sure I shall love you, and I hope you will love me a little in return.”

“I’ll try; it wouldn’t be fair to let it be all on one side,” Evelyn answered with a shy, sweet smile, as she returned the hug and kiss as heartily as they were given.

Lulu was delighted.

After supper, while the older people were chatting busily among themselves, she drew Evelyn into a distant corner and told her how glad she was of her coming, because she wanted a girl-friend near her own age and found Rosie uncongenial and indifferent toward her.