Hurrah for the Holidays! 77

 

contrived to make out the time
very happily.

And before us all the while
was the bright, pleasant prospect
of the long summer holidays.

Every now and then during
these happy months the thought
of home came across me, and
sometimes one of mamma’s letters
would have in it so much about
Bobby and his play, and his prattle
about Sissy’s coming back, that I
grew a little home-sick ‘and looked
wistfully into grandmamma’s face
as she read the letter. This would
always make her say: “ You
don’t want to go home, little one?