Lord said, when her
guest rose to depart, after an hour of pleasant chat.
But Nan never got the gift; for, to her great
dismay, her hostess dropped the basket with a
crash, and flew across the room to meet a tall
shape pausing in the shadow of the door. There
was no need to ask who the new-comer was; for,
even in his mother's arms, John looked over her
shoulder with an eager nod to Nan, who stood
among the ruins with never a sign of weariness in
her face, nor the memory of a care at her heart.--
for they all went out when John came in.
"Now tell us how and why and when you came.
Take off your coat, my dear! And here are the
old slippers. Why didn't you let us know
you were coming so soon? How have you been?
and what makes you so late to-night? Betsey,
you needn't put on your bonnet. And--oh, my
dear boy, have you been to supper yet?
Mrs. Lord was a quiet soul, and her flood of
questions was purred softly in her son's ear; for,
being a woman, she must talk, and, being a mother,
must pet the one delight of her life, and make a
little festival when the lord of the manor came
home.
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