Margaret slipped from me, and looked back with warning finger on lip.

She went over to her father's door and knocked softly.
"Come in!" said the strong voice.
"It is I, Father!" The voice was tremulous with love and hope.
There was a quick step inside the room; the door was hurriedly thrown open, and in an instant Margaret, who had sprung forward, was clasped in her father's arms.

There was little speech; only a few broken phrases.
"Father! Dear, dear Father!" "My child! Margaret! My dear, dear child!" "O Father, Father! At last! At last!" Here the father and daughter went into the room together, and the door closed..