"
He was sorely repenting having given Mrs. Blewett's doughnuts to the pigs,
but Sara brushed all such considerations aside with a wave of her hand.
"I don't want anything to eat just now. By and by we'll have a snack;
just as we used to get up for ourselves whenever we felt hungry.
Don't you remember how scandalized White Sands folks used
to be at our irregular hours? I'm hungry; but it's soul hunger,
for a glimpse of all the dear old rooms and places.
Come--there are four hours yet before sunset, and I want
to cram into them all I've missed out of these three years.
Let us begin right here with the garden. Oh, daddy, by what
witchcraft have you coaxed that sulky rose-bush into bloom?"
"No witchcraft at all--it just bloomed because you were
coming home, baby," said her father.
They had a glorious afternoon of it, those two children.
They explored the garden and then the house. Sara danced
through every room, and then up to her own, holding fast
to her father's hand.
"Oh, it's lovely to see my little room again, daddy. I'm sure
all my old hopes and dreams are waiting here for me."
She ran to the window and threw it open, leaning out.
"Daddy, there's no view in the world so beautiful as that curve
of sea between the headlands.
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