"Yes, Auntie, a very pleasant journey; Uncle was so kind to me."
"I am sure he would be, Carol. You are glad to come to us, darling--to
be our own dear son? You will feel this is home, and your cousins not
cousins, but brothers and sisters?"
"Yes, Auntie. I know my father wished me to come to you--but--I am
sorry to leave Cousin Alicia. I love her so much."
"Of course, darling, that is only natural. She has been quite a mother
to you since your own dear mother died."
Carol did not speak; a choking sensation of pain prevented him. He knew
that Cousin Alicia had been more than a mother to him.
"May I write to her to-night, Auntie? She will like to hear from me."
"Of course, dear. Write to her as often as you like."
"I think that will be every day then," the boy said promptly, with a
smile. Mrs. Mandeville smiled too.
"Dear boy, how you have comforted me. I feel so much better for this
little talk with you. Perhaps I shall be able to surprise everybody,
and go down to dinner this evening."
"Oh, Auntie, please do. At tea Edith said, ’It would be just lovely if
only Mother could come down to dinner.’ We can nearly always do what we
want to do, Auntie."
"Can we, dear? Then go and write your letter now, and do not mention to
anyone that I am going to try to surprise them this evening."
CHAPTER II.--CAROL’S LETTER.
"MANOR HOUSE
MANDEVILLE.
"_Dear Cousin Alicia,_
"It seemed such a long journey before we arrived here. Uncle was so
kind and told me about the different places as we passed through. But I
felt I was getting such a long way from you, as we passed town after
town. All my cousins were at the station to meet us; but Auntie was not
well enough to be there. I should like to describe them all to you, but
I am sure I could not. They are ever so much nicer than any of the
children I have read about in books. I will only tell you their names.
Perhaps you will see them all some day. Edith, Gwendolin, Percy, and
Frank, in the school-room; and in the nursery, Sylvia, Estelle, and
Rosebud. Uncle had never seen Rosebud. She is two years and three
months old, and is the sweetest little girl. She has such pretty ways.
I do love to hear her talk.
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