I'm glad you've come back; oh, you can't guess how
glad!"
By degrees they told the tale of their woes, not omitting the
slightest detail, while Mrs. Adams leaned back on the sofa and
laughed till the tears came.
"But there's one good thing about it all," observed Molly, in
conclusion. "We've had a perfectly dreadful time, but it will
teach us to appreciate our mothers and know a little what they are
doing, the whole time."
CHAPTER VIII.
HALLOWE'EN.
"You have such a different way of looking at things from what
mamma did," said Katharine.
"Perhaps it is because we have lived so differently," Mrs. Hapgood
answered her.
It was a cold, gray day in late October, a day which showed that
November was close at hand. The other girls were off for some
frolic, Alan was reading and dozing on the sofa in the next room,
so Mrs. Hapgood and Katharine had the parlor to themselves, and
were snugly settled in two willow chairs drawn up in front of the
fire, Katharine busy on a dainty bit of embroidery, Mrs. Hapgood
putting a new sleeve into a gown which had yielded before Molly's
energetic elbows.
"I wonder if that is it." And Katharine laid down her work and
fell to pondering on the matter.
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