The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1922-04-13

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. too.)
Mother and Grandpa talked very
fast and very lively all the way home,
and Mother laughed quite a lot. But
In the Lall she cried q little, and
Grandpa pattsd her shoulder, and said,
There there!" and told her how glad
he was to get his little girl back, ano
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!" aud 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, "Nonsense!" and 1.-The idea!
and this was a pretty way to introduce
her little Marie to her new home
Then she hurried me to the dearest
little room I ever saw, right out, OF
hers, and took off my things. Then
we went all over the house. And It's
just as lovely as can be-not at all
like Fathers in Andersonville.
Oh Fathers is fine and big and
handsome, and all that, Of cotrse; but
not like this. His is just nice place
to eat and sleep in, and 60 to when 1t
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 ready
Grandpa's other daughter, Mothers
sister, Hattie, lives here and keeps
house for Grandpa. She has a little
boy named Lester, six years old; and
her husband is dead. They were away
for what they called weekend when
we came, but they got here little
after we did Monday afternoon; and
they're lovely, too.
The house is a neutrality-suspicious.
one with a back and front, but no
sides except the one snug up to you on
the right and left. And there isn't any
yard except a little bit of square
brick one at the back where they have
clothes and ash barrels, and a little
grass spot in front at one side Of the
steps, not big enough for our old c.
to take nap in, hardly. But it's per
fectly lovely inside; and it's the In
sides Of houses that really count, just
as it is the insides Of people-thelr
hearts, I mean; whether they're go"'
and kind or hateful and disagreeable.
We have dinner at night here, and
I've been to the tfeuter twice already
in the afternoon. Tve got to 60 to
school next week, Mother says, but
SO far I've Just been having good
tdse And SOS Mother: HonsstlX III