Addie ran up the stairs to the platform just as the train from Paris steamed in. He hurried along, looking into the windows . . . There was Mamma, there was Mamma! And he flung himself on the handle, pulled open the door, helped Constance to alight.
"Ah!" he said. "There you are! There you are at last!"
She laughed, kissed him, her handsome, sturdy boy:
"My boy, how could I do so long without you?"
"Ah, so you see! You're surprised at it yourself! Come, make haste, I've got a cab. Give me your luggage-ticket."
He swept her along; and, in the cab, while they were waiting for the luggage:
"Tell me, Addie," she said, "is there really no money left?"
"Do you imagine that, when you go spending seven weeks at Nice, in a first-class hotel, there'll still be money?"
"I never thought of it like that," she said meekly.
He laughed, thought her tremendously amusing.
She laughed too, they both bubbled with mirth,
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