Pulling down her sleeves and giving a dab to her hair as she went, she hurried back to open the door; but before she could reach it, it was flung open, and there on the threshold of the pretty room stood mother! A new, well, strong mother, with great happiness in her sweet eyes and the flush of health on her cheeks; and close behind her, looking like a roguish boy, was father, his eyes fairly dancing with delight. “Dinner ready?” he called. “Here’s our guest, children; and we’re both as hungry as bears! There, children what do you think of your mother? Doesn’t she look _great_?” He pulled clumsily at the veil over Mrs. Copley’s hat, helped her off with her travelling-coat, and set her forth in the midst of the room. The children after a gasp of astonished delight swarmed about her and fairly took her breath away; and, when any one of them became momentarily detached from her, he took up the time in whooping with joy and talking at the top of his lungs. At last the greeting subsided, and mother became an object of tender solicitation and care again. They placed her in the biggest chair, and brought her a glass of water, looking at her as at something precious that had been unwittingly too roughly handled, and might have been harmed. In vain did she assure them that she was well again. They looked at their father for reassurance. “That’s right!” he said. “The doctor says she’s as good as new. She might have come home sooner, but I told him to keep her till she was thoroughly well; and he did. Now, children, it’s up to you to keep her so.” They swarmed about her again, and threatened to have the greetings all over once more, till Cornelia suddenly remembered her place as hostess, and straightened up. “But, father, the company! When is he coming? And our other guests.” She looked cautiously up the stairs to where Grace was discreetly prolonging her hair-dressing, and lowered her voice. “It’s too bad to have anyone here this first night. Mother will not like to have strangers.” But mother smiled royally. “No, dear, I’m anxious to meet your friends. Father has told me all about them. It’s one of the things that has helped to make me well, knowing that everything was going well with my dear children.” “O mother!” said Cornelia with a sudden succumbing to the joy of having mother home once more. “O mother!” and she knelt beside her mother’s chair, and threw her arms again about the little mother whom she had been without so long, and never knew till now how she had missed. It was the sound of Maxwell’s car at the door and Grace Kendall’s lingering step upon the stair that roused her once more into action. Springing to her feet and glancing from the window, her face growing rosy with the sight of Maxwell coming up the walk, she exclaimed: “But father, where is your guest, your friend? I thought you were going to bring him with you.”