"
"And papa says there will be no confiscation of property," Sophie said,
"unless it may be merely that of the leaders; and that he will help us to
restore Ashlands to what it was: so you will have your own home again,
mother."
"How generous! I can never repay the obligation," Mrs. Carrington said, in
a choking voice.
"But you need not feel overburdened by it, dear mother. It is for Herbert,
you know, his own grand son."
"And mine! Ah, this news fills me with joy and gratitude."
"Yes, I feel papa's kindness very much," Sophie said, "and hope my son
will never give him cause to regret it."
Elsie rose. "I hear my baby crying, and know that he wants his mother.
Dear Mrs. Carrington, you are looking very weary; and it is more than an
hour yet to dinner-time; will you not lie down and rest?"
"Yes, and afterwards you must show me your children. I want to see them."
"Thank you; I shall do so with much pleasure," the young mother answered
smilingly, as she hastened from the room; for Baby Harold's cries were
growing importunate.
This was the regular hour for Eddie and Vi to take a nap, and Elsie found
them lying quietly in their little bed, while the screaming babe stoutly
resisted the united efforts of his elder sister and Aunt Chloe to pacify
and amuse him.
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