III––––––––
ON SATURDAY AMBROSCH drove up to the back gate, and Antonia jumped down from the wagon and ran into our kitchen just as she used to do. She was wearing shoes and stockings, and was breathless and excited. She gave me a playful shake by the shoulders. 'You ain't forget about me, Jim?'
Grandmother kissed her. 'God bless you, child! Now you've come, you must try to do right and be a credit to us.'
Antonia looked eagerly about the house and admired everything. 'Maybe I be the kind of girl you like better; now I come to town,' she suggested hopefully.
How good it was to have Antonia near us again; to see her every day and almost every night! Her greatest fault, Mrs. Harling found, was that she so often stopped her work and fell to playing with the children. She would race about
