Good-bye to Beecham. 139

 

We were getting near our own
station now, and I grew very eager,
looking out for papa’s brougham.
How cold the air was, going out
of the station, and what a cosy
remembrance of home feeling there
was about the soft corner, where I
had often nestled when driving
with papa!

I don’t remember much about
Bobby’s welcome; I know both
little brothers seemed a little strange
to me till about the middle of tea-
time. Bobby was very hot and
excited with his half-hour before
the nursery fire, making toast for
Sissy’s first tea at home. I could: