Frances , my dear , let me introduce you two over again . This lady is Mrs. Sara Beaumont Kennedy , the writer of The Story of Idlewild and all those other books you so much admire . '' * * * * * The Newburys were sitting on the verandah at dusk , too tired and too happy to talk . Ralph and Elliott had seen the Governor ; more than that , they had been introduced to him , and he had shaken hands with them both and told them that their father and he had been chums when just their size . And Cecilia had spent a whole day with Nan Harris , who had not changed at all except to grow taller . But there was one little cloud on her content . `` I wanted to see Sara Beaumont to tell Frances about her , but I could n't get a glimpse of her . I do n't even know if she was there . '' `` There comes Fran up the station road now , '' said Ralph . `` My eyes , has n't she a step ! '' Frances came smiling over the lawn and up the steps . `` So you are all home safe , '' she said gaily . `` I hope you feasted your eyes on your beloved Governor , boys . I can tell that Cecilia forgathered with Nan by the beatific look on her face . '' `` Oh , Fran , it was lovely ! '' cried Cecilia . `` But I felt so sorry -- why did n't you let me go to Ashland ? It was too bad you missed it -- and Sara Beaumont . '' `` Sara Beaumont was at the Bay Shore Farm , '' said Frances . `` I 'll tell you all about it when I get my breath -- I 've been breathless ever since Grandmother Newbury told me of it .
There 's only one drawback XXXXX my supreme bliss -- the remembrance of how complacently self-sacrificing I felt this morning .
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