Dinsmore.
And "Yes, indeed!" cried Horace junior, thinking himself addressed. "I
don't believe I could have done without her at all if she hadn't written
me those nice little letters."
"Don't you thank me for bringing her back then, my little brother?" asked
Mr. Travilla, holding out his hand to the child.
"Yes, indeed, Brother Edward. Papa says I may call you that, as you asked
me to; and I'll give you another hug as I did that night, if you'll let
me."
"That I will, my boy!" And opening wide his arms he took the lad into a
warm embrace, which was returned as heartily as given.
"Now, Elsie, it's my turn to have a hug and kiss from you," Horace said,
as Mr. Travilla released him; "everybody's had a turn but me. Miss King
and Rosebud and all."
Elsie had the little one in her arms, caressing it fondly.
"Yes, my dear little brother," she said, giving Rosebud to her mammy, "you
shall have as hard a hug as I can give, and as many kisses as you want. I
love you dearly, dearly, and am as glad to see you as you could wish me to
be."
"Are you much fatigued, Elsie dear?" asked Rose, when the greetings were
over, even to the kindly shake of the hand and pleasant word to each of
the assembled servants.
"Oh, no, mamma, we have traveled but little at night, and last night I had
nine hours of sound, refreshing sleep.
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