"and some things that means cannot buy. I wish Audrey had her dear
father's affectionate nature," she added wistfully, for she had never
forgotten the lack of feeling Audrey had shown when the summons came which
was to break up their happy life together.

Granny Carlyle came, and though her visit was but a short one, she learnt
many things while it lasted. One was that her son's home was more
comfortable but more shabby than she had thought. Another was that
poverty and the need to work had developed in Audrey a stronger character
and a sweeter nature than comfort and plenty could ever have done.
The grandmother noticed the change in her almost as soon as she alighted
at Moor End station.

Audrey had not only grown in inches, but, though older-looking, she was
yet younger. She was less self-conscious, but more self-reliant; less
concerned for herself, and more for others. When they reached the
Vicarage, and the luggage had been deposited in the hall, Audrey picked
out the special cap-basket and ran up at once with it to her granny's
room.

"I knew you would want this, the first thing," she said cheerfully,
"and Mary has put hot water ready for you; the can is under the bath
towel. And tea will be ready when you are, granny. It will be in
mother's room, we thought you would like it there."

And as Mrs. Carlyle came out of her bedroom to go to her daughter-in-law's
room she met Audrey flying up the stairs with a rack of dry toast on a
tray. "I remembered that you used to eat toast always for tea, granny, so
I thought you might still. Oh, granny, it is so nice to see you in your
pretty caps again, it seems so--so natural."

It also seemed to her, though, that granny had grown to look much older in
the last three months, and thinner, or was it only that she had been away
from her, and amongst younger people.

With a sudden sense of sadness, Audrey thrust her arm affectionately
through her grandmother's arm. "Mother is longing so to see you," she
said, with a sort of longing on her to make her granny feel that they all
loved her. Her mother's words came back to her hauntingly, "Don't you
think granny would rather be asked to come to us, and be made to feel that
we want her, than remain unasked, because our home is shabby?"

Then Mr. Carlyle appeared, and taking granny by the other arm, they all
entered the invalid's room together.

When she had started for her visit Mrs. Carlyle had wondered how she woul