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gathering in for supper time. Laura has been 

 working with her honeysuckles and roses this 

 afternoon, and she's tired, sitting by the big 

 open south window and waiting for Dorothy to 

 call. On the floor in the middle of the living- 

 room the two littler children are sprawled at 

 their length with a book. Peggy is telling 

 stories, and Betty's voice is chirping along be- 

 hind, trying to pronounce some of the easy 

 words. Peggy is laughing at her queer, quaint 

 accents; and the baby laughs, too, without 

 knowing what it's about. To laugh seems to 

 strike her as the only thing to do. My son has 

 just come by my desk, laying his hand upon my 

 shoulder with a jolly word. Twilight is soft- 

 ening the lines of the wide rooms. We'll light 

 the lamps pretty soon, and the wide spaces 

 under the spreading roof will shine out golden. 

 There's no evil under this roof, no bitterness, 

 no sorrow, but only a divine content. This is 

 Home! 



THE END. 



