Oh, darlin', is it you?
And it's all true, isn't it?
and ye've come back to me for good?
Hug me close.

Oh, my baby bairn, my little one! Oh, you precious!" and she nestled the girl's head on her bosom, smoothing her cheek as she crooned on, the tears running down her cheeks.
Before the girl could reply there came a voice calling from the house: "Isn't she fine, Martha ?" A woman above the middle height, young and of slender figure, dressed in a simple gray gown and without her hat, was stepping from the front porch to meet them.
"Too fine, Miss Jane, for her old Martha," the nurse called back.

"I've got to love her all over again.

Oh, but I'm that happy I could burst meself with joy! Give me hold of your hand, darlin'-- I'm afraid I'll lose ye ag'in if ye get out of reach of me." The two strolled slowly up the path to meet Jane, Martha patting the girl's arm and laying her cheek against it as she walked.

Meg had ceased barking and was now sniffing at Lucy's skirts, his bent tail wagging slowly, his sneaky eyes looking up into Lucy's face.
"Will he bite, Martha ?" she asked, shrinking to one side.