It was a long time before the boys and girls woke up to the fact that they were still standing in the center of the road and that they might be ever so much more comfortable on the porch of the lodge, if any one had had sense enough to think that far. Mrs. Irving, who had been keeping herself rather in the background during the first rapturous greetings, now came in for her share of salutations and boyish greetings. The young soldiers crowded about her, patting her hands and her shoulders and telling her how awfully fine she looked and how glad they were to find her here until the lady actually blushed with pleasure and begged them to stop their nonsense. In fact, it was she who finally suggested that they go up to the lodge again. “I don’t see why we didn’t think of that before,” said Mollie, joyfully slipping an arm into Frank’s and turning him right-about-face. “We are due to talk all day anyway, so we might as well do it in comfort. Don’t forget the lunch basket, Betty,” she called back to her chum. Betty would have forgotten the basket and left it where it stood just as she had dropped it at the side of the road! and small wonder if she had! but as she stooped to pick it up, Will’s strong brown hand whipped out in front of her nose and seized the handle firmly. “That’s the idea,” said Grace approvingly, adding with a sisterly pat on his shoulder: “You run along with Amy and Mrs. Irving. I want to talk to Betty.” So Will, being a well-trained brother, did as he was told, and Grace drew Betty behind the others. “What about Allen, honey?” she asked, her blue eyes honestly worried. “We all missed him so, but we didn’t like to say too much for fear! for fear!!” “He’s all right,” said Betty, her heart glowing again at thought of the little note hidden away in her pocket. “He has only been delayed a little, that’s all. Will says he will probably be over on the next transport.” “Oh, I am relieved,” said Grace with such fervor that Betty looked at her quickly. Could it be, she wondered, that what she had half sensed before could be really true? Was Grace fond of Allen? But because the idea made her unhappy, she decided that she was just trying to think up trouble and dismissed it from her mind. All the girls loved Allen of course! who could help it?! but they couldn’t any of them, she told herself fiercely, care for him the way she did. “Well, what are you thinking about? You needn’t look so fierce,” she heard Grace saying, and she forced a smile to her face. “I’m not looking fierce,” Betty answered gayly. “Don’t you know that that is just my natural expression, Gracie dear? That’s the way I make little girls like you afraid of me.” “Well, I’m not afraid of you, not one little bit,” asserted Grace, squeezing Betty’s arm fondly. “Oh, Betty dear, isn’t it wonderful having the boys back and don’t they look fine! especially Will?”