"Behold a group of Grateful Greys," said Rob, dashing away a tiny tear from her bright eyes before anyone could suspect it of being there, and laughing blithely. "Aren't we perfect geese about our little grey house? We couldn't love it more if it were an old feudal, ancestral castle--though it would be bigger." "Three cheers for the little grey house, and three cheers for the Grateful Greys!" cried Bruce, with an inspiration. "For the house where we've had such glorious times, and for the people we love best of all the world," added Basil, with a half-glance toward Wythie. "Amendment carried!" cried Bruce, with an open look at Rob. The open windows bore the cheers out to Farmer Flinders in the garden, and he stopped work to listen, leaning on his hoe, and smiling to himself with unwonted benignity. "Well, they're havin' happy days in the little grey house at last," he said aloud. "And I declare to mercy, they deserve 'em! There's no doubt they all do deserve 'em." * * * * * * Transcriber's note: page 129 span changed to spun (Pilgrim mothers wove and spun) page 260 Cousn changed to Cousin (whether Cousin Peace)