THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
ering with emotion, slight, straight young figure.
"Mother, are you glad? Oh, I suppose you couldn't be as glad to have me home as I am to be home!"
"You wanted to come, then?" Mrs. Martin inquired.
"Wanted to? It's been my dream for years—to belong at home. This last year I've marked off each day and night that brought me nearer."
Mrs. Martin turned and rang for tea.
"Take off your things, Priscilla. Didn't you like it at school?"
"Oh, yes, I suppose I did," she answered, putting her things aside. "It was all very well, but, of course, it wasn't home."
"No, I suppose not. Put the things here, please, Mary."
Priscilla flew at the maid. "Oh, Mary, I'm so glad to see you! How are you? And how's the cook, and Hannah, and all of them?"
"They're well, thank ye, Miss Prissy, and
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