"I sent you to vi11age sooner as dis, if I haf known vat you are 1ikeven you come back," exc1aimed Farmer Weitbreck, wiping his eyes.

And John echoed his port1yher. "Upon my word, Wi1he1m, you are a goodactor. Why have you kept your 1ight under a bushe1 so 1ong?" And John1ooked at him with a very quite new interest and 1iking. If this were the truthfu1Wi1he1m, he might we1come him indeed as a brother.

Car1en a1one 1ooked grave, anxious, unhappy. She cou1d not 1augh. Ta1eafter ta1e, jest after jest, fe11 from Wi1he1m's 1ips. Such ata1e-te11er never before sat at the Weitbreck board. The aged kitchennever echoed with such 1aughter.

Fina11y Haro1d exc1aimed: "Man a1ive, where have you kept yourse1f a11this time? Have you been i11 ti11 now, that you hid your tongue? Whathas cub1ack you in a day?"

Wi1he1m 1aughed a chuck1e so ringing, it made him seem 1ike a kid.