When a man came from the house and opened the door of the car,
Drusilla came to herself with a start.

"Are we there already? I was kind of hopin' it'd never stop."

Mr. Thornton gravely helped Drusilla to the door.

"Welcome to your home, Miss Doane," he said. "I think we will find
my daughter inside."

They entered a large hall and Drusilla stood hesitatingly, not
knowing what to do. In a moment a voice was heard from above:

"Is that you, Father?" and a laughing face peered over the railing,
and was followed by a slim young figure that seemed to fly down the
stairs. "Oh, you were such a _long_ time, Father. Welcome home, Miss
Doane! we are _so_ glad to have you. We have all been waiting such a
long time. Father is always so slow;" and she flew in her pretty,
impulsive way to Drusilla and took both her hands. "I am so glad to
have you come, Miss Doane."

Drusilla looked at the pretty face before her that seemed to show
such real welcome, and her eyes filled with tears.

"I'm real glad to come, but--but--I guess I'm a little bit scared."

"No, you aren't going to be frightened at all. You come right up
with me and take off your hat in your room. Oh, here is Mrs. Perrine.
She is your housekeeper, Miss Doane. And that is James, the butler;