"Take care of her, Andy," was what, in almost the same words, they all
more or less brokenly said to him at last; and to each and all he
answered, in that way of his they loved and trusted, "I will."
From Andrew Churchill it was assurance enough.
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CHAPTER II
"There! Doesn't that look like a 'Welcome Home'?"
Celia stood in the doorway and surveyed her handiwork. Mrs. Birch, from
an opposite threshold, nodded, smiling.
"It does, indeed. You have given the whole house a festival air which
will captivate Andy's heart the instant he sets eyes on it. As for our
little Charlotte--"
She paused, as if it were not easy to put into words that which she knew
Charlotte would think. But Celia went on gleefully:
"Charlotte will be so crazy with delight at getting home she will see
everything through a blur at first. But when we have all gone away and
left them here, then Charlotte will see. And she'll be glad to find
traces of her devoted family wherever she looks."
She pointed from the little work-box on the table by the window, just
equipped and placed there by her mother's hand, to the book-shelf made
and put up in the corner by Jeff.
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