CHAPTER XVI
ANOTHER HOME-COMING
MRS. STURGIS stepped eagerly off the twelve-five train on to the Bedford Station platform, and stood looking expectantly about her. A few seconds later Ken came charging through the crowd from the other end of the platform. They held each other for a moment at arms' length, in the silent, absorbing welcome when words seem insufficient; then Kenelm picked up his mother's bag and tucked her hand through his arm.
"Now don't get a cab, or anything," Mrs. Sturgis begged. "I can perfectly well walk to the street-car—or up to the house, for that matter. Oh, I'm so much, much better."
"Well," Ken said, "I thought we'd have a little something to eat first, and then—"
"But we'll have lunch as soon as we get home, dear. What—"
"Well, the fact is," Ken said hastily, "you
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