Margaret had been home two hours-two hours of breathless questions, answers, tears, and laughter-two hours of delighted wandering about the house and grounds. In the nursery she had seen the little woolly dog that lay on the floor just as she had left it five years before; and out on the veranda steps she had seen the great stone lions that had never quite faded from her memory. And always at her side had walked the sweet-faced lady of her dreams, only now the lady was very real, with eyes that smiled on one so lovingly, and lips and hands that kissed and caressed one so tenderly. "And this is home-my home?" Margaret asked in unbelieving wonder. "Yes, dear," answered Mrs. Kendall.