Father saw the famous mulberry trees there, that so much has been
written about. I hope I may be able to go there some time--we have
relatives in England."
"I would not care to travel," said Tavia impatiently. "This seems a long
enough trip for me."
"Only two more stops," said Dorothy as the train rattled past the
stations. "Oh, I shall be so glad to see them all."
"And lonesome for the Cedars after you have seen them all," Tavia
hinted. "That's the worst of it, home is always with us--"
"Get your hat box down," Dorothy interrupted. "We are slackening up
now."
"Dalton! Dalton!" called the brakeman at the door, and the next minute
the girls were being kissed heartily by Joe, Roger and Johnnie, "the
committee on arrival," as Tavia said. The lads were fully qualified to
carry off the honors in the way of boxes and small bundles.
"How is Aunt Libby?" asked Dorothy as soon as she could say anything
relevant.
"Better," said Joe, "but father does not feel well--you are not to
worry--" seeing how her face clouded, "he is only tired out. He has been
working at the office and writing so many letters--"
"That I should have written. Poor dear father! I hope he is not going to
have another spell," and Dorothy sighed.
"No, the doctor said he would be all right if he would only stay quiet,
but he is about as quiet as my squirrel in its new cage," said Joe.
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