"To the Oaks. I want to see grandpa. A caress, or even a word or smile
from him, would do me good this morning."
"He may not be up."
"But I think he will; you know he likes to keep early hours."
Mr. Dinsmore was up and pacing the veranda thoughtfully to and fro, as the
young riders came in sight.
He welcomed them with a smile, and lifting Vi from her pony, held her
close to his heart as something very dear and precious.
"My darling," he said, "your face is sad this morning; and no wonder. Yet
cheer up, we will hope to see our dear travelers at home again in a few
weeks, our poor fading flower restored to bloom and beauty."
He made them sit down and regale themselves with some fine fresh oranges,
which he summoned a servant to bring; their grandma, aunt and uncle joined
them presently and they were urged to stay to breakfast, but declined.
"The little ones must not be left alone this first morning without papa
and mamma."
On their return Rosie, a merry, healthy, romping child of five, with a
rich creamy complexion, dark hair and eyes, forming a strong contrast to
Vi's blonde beauty, came bounding to meet them.
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