"Well, well!" he exclaimed. "I got here ahead of you, I see!"

"Why, Father!" cried Mr. Bunker.

"Oh, it's Grandpa Ford!" exclaimed Rose.

"Grandpa Ford!" fairly shouted Russ, dropping the valise he was
carrying, and hurrying to be clasped in the old gentleman's arms.

"Grandpa Ford!" cried Laddie and Vi together, just as twins often do.

"Yes, I'm Grandpa Ford!" said the old gentleman, smiling and kissing the
children one after the other. "You didn't expect to see me, did you?"

"Hardly so soon," said Mrs. Bunker. "But we are glad! Have you been here
long?"

"No, not very. I came on a day sooner than I expected, and as I knew
from your letters that you would be home to-day, I came here to wait for
you."

"I'll get the house open right away and make you a cup of tea," said
Mrs. Bunker. "You must be tired."

"Oh, no, not very. I had a nice little nap in the chair on your shady
porch. Well, how are you all?"

"Fine," answered Mr. Bunker. "You look well, Father!"

"I am well."