"She looked so out of temper," gasped Amy breathlessly. "And we’d been calling her ’honey’ and telling her we were dying to see her. O dear!" She wiped her eyes, and started on another burst of merriment which almost immediately died away in a gurgle of astonishment. "Peggy!" Three voices pronounced the name at once, with varied intonations of surprise and pleasure. So engrossed had they been that they had not noticed the arrival of a second hack, which with magical suddenness had spilled out upon the sidewalk a large girl and a small one, to say nothing of a motley collection of suit-cases, hand-bags, bundles and umbrellas. Settling with the hackman delayed Peggy a half-minute, and the girls arrived at the gate as soon as she, but she waved them aside. "First kiss for mother," Peggy cried, and shot straight as an arrow into the arms of the lady who stood waiting on the steps. There was a long clasp and more kisses than one, and none of Peggy’s friends thought the less of her for that loyal rush for the one who loved her best. It was no wonder that Peggy Raymond’s return was an event on Friendly Terrace. She was the sort of girl you could not see without wishing you knew her, and could not know without beginning to love her. From her reddish-brown top-knot down to the tips of her toes she was bubbling over with life and joyous energy. It was a nice world, Peggy thought, full of nice people. Every to-morrow was stored for her with wonderful possibilities, as the yesterdays were full of sweet recollections. Complaining, discontented people wakened in her the same sorrowful wonder she felt when she saw a blind man feeling his uncertain way along the street. Indeed, to Peggy discontent seemed another and more dreadful form of blindness. "Come into the house, all of you." Peggy was making up for the brief delay by kissing everybody twice around. "Hasn’t Dorothy grown, girls? Wouldn’t you think she was more than four years old? What are you doing, Dorothy darling?" "I’m wipin’ off kisses," Dorothy replied with great distinctness, scrubbing violently at her rosebud of a mouth. "’Cause I don’t like kisses to stick on, ’cept my mamma’s." "She says that because she’s forgotten you since last year," Peggy explained excusingly. "She’ll be real friendly after a day or two. O Amy, dear, you mustn’t try to lift that heavy suit-case. It weighs as much as you do." "I’m afraid not. I’ve gained three pounds since you went away," Amy replied dolefully. "Next week I’m going to stop eating candy, and begin to walk ten miles a day." Everybody laughed, for, when hearts are light, old jokes serve as well as new ones. They streamed into the house, a laden procession, and piled Peggy’s belongings in the middle of the living-room. Then they pulled her down on the window-seat, chafing under the undeniable difficulty of evenly dividing one girl among three.