"And," the Mistress read on, "we will come out to the Place, on
the noon train; and take darling Cyril away with us. I wish we
could stay longer with you; but Henry must be in Chicago on
Saturday night. So we must catch a late afternoon train back to
town, and take the night train West. Now, I--"
"Most letters are a bore," interpolated the Master. "Or else
they're a bother. But this one is a pure rapture. Read it more
slowly, won't, you, dear? I want to wallow in every blessed word
of hope it contains. Go ahead. I'm sorry I interrupted. Read on.
You'll never have such another enthusiastic audience."
"And now," the Mistress continued her reading, "I am going to ask
both of you not to say a single word to precious Cyril about our
coming home so soon. We want to surprise him. Oh, to think what
his lovely face will be like, when he sees us walking in!"
"And to think what MY lovely face will be like, when I see him
walking out!" exulted the Master. "Laddie, come over here. We've
got the gorgeousest news ever! Come over and be glad!"
Lad, at the summons, came trotting out of his cave, and across
the room.
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