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growlery, where he can retire whenever he feels cross. I trust he won’t use it often.”
Two hours later, as the carriage came up the drive, Mrs. Carter stood waiting on the steps, while Bess ran out to meet Fred. The boy, clinging to Bessie’s arm, came slowly up to the door.
“Welcome to your new home, Fred,” said Mrs. Carter’s voice.
And he answered as he gave her gentle face a great boyish kiss,—
“It’s just splendid to come.”
