Joan longed to say: "You didn't give me a chance, did you?" But
something in the small, thin figure that stood rather wistfully before
her, as if uncertain of its welcome, made her kiss her mother in
silence.
"Have you had any tea?" she asked, patting Mrs. Ogden's arm.
"No, I felt too tired to get it, but it might do my head good if you
could make some really strong tea, darling."
Joan left her trunk untouched, and turned to the door. "All right, I'll
have it ready in a quarter of an hour," she said.
Mrs. Ogden looked at her with love in her eyes. "Oh, Joan, it's so good
to have you home again; I've missed you terribly."
Joan was silent.