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The home-coming was keenly pleasant. Mary, who had been going over the / house helping to throw open all the doors and windows, paused in the / cheerful living-room. The September sun shone across the worn carpet and / the familiar furniture which had served them even in the days of the / little brown house.
"I didn't know that I _could_ be so glad to get back to these old tables / and chairs," she exclaimed. "It actually gives you a real thrill to be / welcomed by something that's known you since babyhood, doesn't it?"