“And I’m never going away from my little girl again,” added the father, kissing her for at least the tenth time. “But what Aunty Rose is going to do, I don’t see,” said Uncle Joe, shaking his head with real commiseration. “I’ve sent her a despatch saying that the child is safe. But if we go back without Hannah’s Car’lyn——” “The poor soul!” said his sister. “I can believe that in her secret, subdued way Aunty Rose Kennedy is entirely wrapped up in Carolyn May. She will suffer if they are separated for long—and so abruptly.” “That is true,” Miss Amanda said gently. “And Joe will feel it, too.” “I bet I will,” agreed Joseph Stagg. “But I have you, Mandy. Aunty Rose isn’t going to have anybody. And for her to go back alone into her old house—for she won’t stay with us, of course—” he shook his head dolefully. “Let me write to Aunty Rose,” said Hannah Cameron briskly. “We want her here. Why, of course, we do! don’t we, Carolyn May?” “Why!” cried the child delightedly, “that’s just the way out of it, isn’t it? My! how nice things do come about in this world, don’t they? Aunty Rose shall come here. You’ll like her ever so much, papa. And Prince will be glad to have her come, for she always _has_ treated Princey real well.” Prince, who had been standing by with his ears cocked, yawned, whined, and lay down with a sigh, as though considering the matter quite satisfactorily settled. Carolyn May, having climbed up into her father arms, reached out and drew her mother close beside her. THE END End of Project Gutenberg's Carolyn of the Corners, by Ruth Belmore Endicott