How beautiful home looked with its three dear little rooms! The table was set for supper. There was a big dish of strawberries, white bread and butter, and a spider on the fire with a lamb chop in it ready to cook! In a moment Charity came in. The two little girls flew into one another’s arms. “My, ain’t you fat, Hazel!” said Charity. Hazel laughed delightedly. “I like to be fat,” she said. “I am going to cook your chop,” said Charity, and Mrs. Tyler let her. “Mother,” said Hazel as she ate her supper, “you don’t know, for you haven’t been South, how good this chop tastes. There are two things I don’t want to see again for a long time; one is bacon and the other is corn bread.” Then, feeling that this might seem ungrateful to Granny, “they are both good, but I’ve had enough of them.” “There’s a moving-picture show around the corner,” said Charity, when Hazel had finished her supper, “want to go? I’ve got two dimes.” “Oh, not to-night, Charity.” “Well, whenever you want, the price is on me.” Hazel was not allowed to help with the dishes, for she was a visitor this evening. To-morrow she would slip back into the routine of home. She and her mother talked and talked far into the night, there was so much to tell about, and both were so happy. At length Hazel dropped off to sleep, but her mother lay awake until the dawn showed her her child’s face again. “How well she looks,” Mrs. Tyler said again and again to herself. “I did right to send her away.” “Here is a wash-cloth that I spun and wove for you, Charity,” Hazel said the next morning and handed it triumphantly to her friend. Charity looked it over carefully. “I can buy ’em like that for five cents at Jordan, Marsh’s.” “Can you?” answered Hazel, trying not to be hurt. “And it took me days and days to make it.” “Sure,” said Charity loftily, “didn’t I tell you it was slow down South?” When Hazel took the same gift to her school-teacher, however, she heard a very different comment. “You’ve done a wonderful thing, Hazel,” Miss Grey said. “You’ve followed an industry from its beginning to the finished product. Next year, if it is possible, we will get a spinning-wheel and loom and you can demonstrate the spinning and weaving to the school.” Hazel repeated this to Charity. “Bet you’d break your thread,” Charity declared, “when you had to spin before all the boys and girls.” The homecoming was very exciting. There was the first Sunday at church, and the Sunday school service, when they wanted to hear about their song-books down in Alabama, and the good time at the Perkins’s and the trolley rides with Charity. Mr. Perkins gave Hazel a dollar for trolley rides, telling her that she must not forget the city and its delights. June came, and one late afternoon Mrs. Tyler returned from her work looking so happy that Hazel accused her of having a secret. Mrs. Tyler nodded assent. “You shall hear it after supper,” she said.