ge carriage, running her eyes over the crowd that gathered as the
train came in and stopped; and suddenly breaking into that joyful cry,
as she watched for a face, which appeared among so many strange ones.

"Yes, Miss Jean; the young lady in grey?"

"Yes, and hurry; she doesn't see us yet," cried Jean, almost leaping
from the carriage in her eager excitement, but James made his way
through the crowd, and Olive suddenly found herself confronted by a tall
man who lifted his hat.

"Miss Dering? Miss Jean is in the carriage; may I take your satchel?
This way, please."

Olive followed, with her heart fluttering wildly; but almost before her
quick eye discovered her little sister, James had paused at the
carriage, and Jean was laughing and crying on her neck.

"Oh, Olive, I'm so glad and happy, I don't know what to do! I was so
afraid you wouldn't come--and Uncle Ridley told me I mustn't get out of
the carriage--and cousin Roger couldn't come with me--and I'm so glad
you came--and how is mama and the girls--why don't you say something?"

More than one person in hearing of this incoherent outburst, smiled
broadly, and James was obliged to lower his head as he assisted Olive
into the carriage, lest the twinkle of amusement in his face, should mar
his profound dignity and professed stolidity for anything outside his
coachmanship.

"Do tell me everything--quick," cried Jean, as the carriage started
onward, and she took her seat on Olive's lap. "Didn't mama send her
picture, or something? I'd give twenty million dollars, if I had it, if
I could just see her for a few little minutes. I guess I've cried about
fifty gallons of tears to see you all since I came here."

"Cried, when you are getting well?" laughed Olive, just beginning to
realize how much she had wanted to see the little sister, who was now
clinging to her with such joyous love.

"Yes, indeed I have; and then Bettine gets so sorry for me, and says it
isn't right, but then, I think God ought not to make me love mama and
you all so much, if He does not want me to cry to see you."

"And are you ever so much better?" asked Olive.

"Oh yes, I never use my crutch now, only a little cane to help me, and
the first time I really walk without any thing, I'm going to have my
picture taken for mama."

"I will draw it," exclaimed Olive. "If I am here, and have you standing
among the flowers."

"How nice," cried Jean; then drew back a little, and looked at her
sister