Squib and his friends : a story for children . Im so glad we met him again ! CHAPTER SQUIB was on the box-seat of the carriage,squeezed in between coachman and eyes were bright with excitement; his flood ofeager questions, which had not ceased to be pouredout since leaving the station, now ceased suddenly—for there was the house rising up before his eyes; herewas the inner gate dividing garden from park; andthere wa-s the great hall door standing open wide, aflood of bright lamplight pouring out into the warmdusk of the summer night. It was eight oclock by this time
Squib and his friends : a story for children . Im so glad we met him again ! CHAPTER SQUIB was on the box-seat of the carriage,squeezed in between coachman and eyes were bright with excitement; his flood ofeager questions, which had not ceased to be pouredout since leaving the station, now ceased suddenly—for there was the house rising up before his eyes; herewas the inner gate dividing garden from park; andthere wa-s the great hall door standing open wide, aflood of bright lamplight pouring out into the warmdusk of the summer night. It was eight oclock by this time, and the sun haddipped behind the hill (Squib could not quite make outwhat had happened to that hill; it always used to beso high, and now it looked so funny and low), butthere was still a warm red glow all over the westernsky, though the shadows were darkening, and the duskwas creeping on. It was almost August by this time,and the longest days had come and gone since Squibhad been at home. There they are !—there they are ! cried Squib,. S^!a5s brothers and sisters rejoiced over the pretty gifts he hadIroiieh: them. Page 283. CONCLUSION. 273 jumping up and down upon the box in his excitement. I can see them out on the steps ! Oh, how nice it is,getting home! I thought going away was the nicest;but I do think coming back is better! In another minute the carriage had dashed up tothe door, and there arose a chorus of voices. Squib !—Squib !—Father !—Mother ! O mother,how glad we are to have you back !—Squib ! Squib!and from the twins, allowed on this evening of allevenings to sit up for mothers kiss, a little echo intheir high-pitched, baby voices— Kwib !—Kwib 1 Squib was off the box before the carriage hadstopped, and was immediately the centre of a bevy ofsisters, all trying to hug him together. He might bethe odd one of the family, with no special comrade ofhis own: but the sisters found they had missed himterribly all these weeks, and were delighted to havehim
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