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And looking out, they beheld at the top of the stairs the two little fellows hanging one on each side of Carey, who was just outside her door, with her hair down, in her white dressing gown, kneeling between them, all the three almost devouring one another. "Jockie! Armie! my dears! How did you come? Where are the rest?" "Still at Kyve," said Jock.
Lucas thought this the effect of exhaustion, for she had not slept, and hardly taken any food since her breakfast at Kyve three days ago; and finding poor old nurse too entirely broken down to be of any use, he put his own kind wife in charge of her, and was unwilling to admit anyone else -even Mrs. Robert Brownlow, who arrived in the course of the day.
But you see the steamer was going to Porthole, and the captain said he could not anyhow put back to Kyve, but he must take us on, and we must get back by train." Mother Carey understood this, for the direct line ran to Porthole, and there was a small junction station whence a branch ran to Kyvemouth, from which Kyve St. Clements was some three miles distant. "Were you carried on?" she asked.
They have found an unsophisticated elysium at Kyve Clements, and are in raptures which they want us to share- rocks and waves and all." "And rooms?" "Yes, very good rooms, enough for us all," was the answer, flinging into her lap a letter from his friend, a somewhat noted artist in water-colours, whom, after long patience, Carey's school friend, Miss Cartwright, had married two years ago.
Acton was there, consoling him when he lamented not having taken better care, and refusing when he tried to persuade her to accompany him back to Kyve. Neither would Janet return with him, feeling it impossible to relax such watch as she could keep over the Magnum Bonum papers, even though she much longed for her brothers.
There was a train just starting when we got in to Porthole, and somebody got our tickets for us, and Armie went fast off to sleep, and I, when I came to think about it, thought we would not get out at the junction, but come on home at once, Mother Carey, and tell you all about it. When Armie woke- why, he's asleep now -he said he would rather come home than to Kyve."
"Have you had nothing to eat?" "We had each a bun when we got out at Charing Cross, but I'm awfully hungry, mother!" "I should think so. Janet, my dear, go and order some breakfast for them." "And," said Janet, "must not the others be dreadfully frightened about them at Kyve?" That question startled her mother into instant action. "Of course they must! Poor Clara! poor Allen!
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