Martha, holding my hand, and smiling all over her dear kind old face.
'We are so pleased to see you again,' chirped Jane, trying to possess herself of that same hand.
'You must come to see us,' said Anne, and she put her hand upon my arm persuasively.
I really was glad to see them again, and I said so. I hate people who really are glad to see you, and don't tell you so. And then I mentioned their nephew.
'Oh, our nephew!' exclaimed Martha, with a little comic despairing motion of the hands.
'Yes, what do you think?' smiled Jane mysteriously.
'The very reason of our coming out to India, too,' laughed Anne.
'What happened?' I asked, relieved, knowing from their manner that, though something had happened, yet all was well.
'What do you think?' said Martha. 'We found on arrival at Mehernugger that he had just left for home.'
'He was evidently going to give us a surprise, and so had not written,' supplemented Jane.
'Just in the same way that we were going to surprise him,' said Anne.
A dreadful horrible thought entered my mind. Had my telegram really done that?
'So we have passed one another on the way,' Martha was saying, disappointed, but quite happy and amused.
'It was all our fault for not telling him we were
