The Holbrook news., 1922-04-14

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 Well, First We Got Into Boston at
 Four O'clock Monday Afternoon, and
 There Was Grandpa Desmond to
 Meet Us.
 there was Grandpa Desmond to meet us. He's lovely-tall and dignified with grayish hair and merry eyes like Mothers, only his are behind glasses At the station he just kissed Mother and me and said he was glad to see us. and led us to the place where Peter was waiting with the car (Peter drives Grandpa's automobile, and he's lovely, tool
 Mother and Grandpa talked very fast and very lively all the way home, and Mother laughed quite a lot. But in the hall she cried a little, and Grandpa patted her shoulder, and said, "There, there!" and told her how glad he was to get his little girl back, and that they were going to be very happy now and forget the past. And Mother said, yes, yes, indeed, she knew she was; and she was so glad to be there, and that everything was going to be just the same, wasn't it? Only-then all of a sudden she looked over at me and began to cry again-only, of course, things couldn't be just the same,' she choked, hurrying over to me and putting both arms around me, and crying harder than ever.
 Then Grandpa came and hugged us both, and patted us, and said, "There there!" and pulled off his glasses and wiped them very fast and very hard.
 But it wasn't only minute or two before Mother was laughing again, and saying, "NOnsensel" and ''The idea !'' and this was pretty way to introduce Then she hurried me to the dearest little room 1 ever saw, right out hers, and took off my things. Then we went all over the house. And it just as lovely as can be-not at all like Fathers in Andersonville.
 Oh, Fathers is fine and big anf handsome, and all that, of course; but not like this. His is just nice place to eat and sleep in, and go to when il rains. But this-this you just want to live in all the time Here there are curtains way up and sunshine, and flowers in pots, and magazines, and cOZy hooks with cushions everywhere; and books that you've just been read ing laid down. (All Fathers books are in bookcases, always, except while ones in your hands being read)
 Grandpa's other daughter, Mother's sister, Hattie, lives here and keeps house for Grandpa. She has a little boy named Lester, six years old; an{ her husband is dead. They were away for what they called weekend whel we came, but they got here a little after we did Monday afternoon; anf they're lovely, too.
 The house is a straight-up-and-dow one with a back and front, but nc sides except the one snug up to you or the right and left. And there isn't any yard except little bit of a square brick one at the back where they hay clothes and ash barrels, and littlt steps, not big enough for our old c: to take a nap in, hardly. But it's per fectly lovely inside, and it's the in sides of houses that really count, jus as it is the insides of people-theil hearts, mean; whether they're go" and kind or hateful and disagreeable.
 We have dinner at night here, and I've been to the theater twice already in the afternoon. I've got to go to school next week, Mother says, but so far Eve just been having a good time. And sos Mother. Honestly, it has just seemed as if Mother couldn't crowd the days full enough. She hasn't been still minute.
 Lots of her old friends have been to see her; and when there hasn't been anybody else around she's taken Peter and had him drive us all over Boston to see things-all kinds of things; Bunker hill and museums, and moving pictures, and one play.
 But we didn't stay at the play. It started out all right, but pretty soon a man and a woman on the stage began to quarrel. They were married (not really, but in the play, 1 mean), and l guess it was some more of that in compatibility stuff. Anyhow, as they began to talk more and more, Mother began to fidget, and pretty soon saw she was gathering up our things; and the minute the curtain went down after the first act, she says:
 Come, dear, we're going home. It it isn't very warm here"
 As if I didn't know what she was really leaving for! Do old folks hon. estly think they are fooling us all the time, I wonder? But even if I hadn't known then, I'd have known it later, for that evening I heard Mother and Aunt Hattie talking ip the library.