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It is now nearly a week since all this happened, and to-morrow I am
going home--to the Cottage. I was so stiff and tired from the beating of
the waves that Mrs. Erveng kept me in bed for several days, and
telegraphed the family not to expect me until Thursday; otherwise
neither Hilliard nor I have suffered from our drenching in that awful
storm. Mrs. Endicott and Alice are going as far as New York with me, and
there Phil will meet me and take me home.
I shall be _very_ glad to be with my own dear ones again,--it seems an
age since I saw them; and I long to talk to Nannie, and tell her
everything. Still, _now_, I'm not sorry that I came here. I think that I
shall never forget my visit to Endicott Beach.
XIX.
HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER.
TOLD BY JACK.
Nora was playing a sweet, wild Hungarian melody on the piano, the boys
were on the stoop talking to Chad,--every now and then the sound of
their voices came in through the open windows,--and I sat under the
drawing-room chandelier reading. Presently Chad came in, and, leaning on
the piano, began talking to Nora in a low tone; and without stopping her
music, she talked back, in the same tone of voice.
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