"Now, father, jump
in, and let me shut the door. I'm going on the box with Tom. I like the
snow, and it is not cold. I am going to drive myself." And in spite of
his mother's protestations, Grey mounted to the box, and taking the
reins, started the willing horses at a rapid rate toward Grey's Park,
where Miss Lucy waited for them.
Bounding up the steps, Grey dashed into the hall, and shaking the snow
from his coat and cap, seized his aunt around the waist, and after two
or three hearty kisses, commenced waltzing around the parlor with her,
talking incessantly, and telling her how delighted he was to be at
Grey's Park again.
"Only think, I have not seen you for more than a year, and I've been to
Europe since, and am a traveled young man. Don't you see marks of
foreign culture in me?" and he laughed mischievously, for he knew his
aunt would comprehend his meaning. "Then, too," he continued, "I'm an
Andover chap now, but find it awful poky. I almost wish I had gone to
Easthampton. Such fun as the boys have there! Sent a whole car-load of
gates down to Springfield one night! I'd like to have seen the
Easthamptonites when they found their gates gone, and the Springfielders
when they opened that car.
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