"There's my father! Oh, father, father!" The sudden joy was almost painful, and before her father reached her, she was sobbing.

Great was Mr.Tulliver's wonder, for he had made a round from Basset, and had not yet been home.
"Why, what's the meaning o' this ?" he said, checking his horse, while Maggie slipped from the donkey and ran to her father's stirrup.
"The little miss lost herself, I reckon," said the gypsy.

"She'd come to our tent at the far end o' Dunlow Lane, and I was bringing her where she said her home was.

It's a good way to come after being on the tramp all day." "Oh yes, father, he's been very good to bring me home," said Maggie,--"a very kind, good man!" "Here, then, my man," said Mr.Tulliver, taking out five shillings.
"It's the best day's work _you_ ever did.

I couldn't afford to lose the little wench; here, lift her up before me." "Why, Maggie, how's this, how's this ?" he said, as they rode along, while she laid her head against her father and sobbed.