"
"You're just as cross as you can be," fumed Kate, flouncing herself
into a chair.
"And anyway you're not the head of the family one bit," commenced
Stevie, warmly tossing back his curls and getting very red in the face.
"Papa said I--"
"Oh, here's a gondola stopped at our door," broke in Eva, who, taking
advantage of Miss Higginson's attention being occupied elsewhere, was
looking out of the window. "There's a boy in it lying down--a big boy.
Oh, a man's just got out and--yes, they're bringing the boy in here!
"Sakes alive!" cried Mehitabel, dropping Stevie's book on the floor and
starting for the door. "Can it possibly be Mr. Joseph and Dave?"
"Uncle Joe and Dave!" "Hurrah!" exclaimed Kate and Stevie in the same
breath; and Eva having scrambled down from the window, the three
children collected at the head of the stairs to watch, with breathless
interest, the procession which came slowly up.
The tall man on the right was their Uncle Joe Lawrence--Kate and Eva
and Stevie remembered him at once, for he had visited their parents
several times since they had been in Europe; and the bright-eyed,
pale-faced boy who lay huddled up in the chair which he and Guiseppi
carried between them must be their Cousin Dave, of whom they had heard
so much.
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