He gazed into his mother's mild eyes as if he would read her inmost soul (supposing that she had one).

He turned his head to every possible angle, and cocked his ears to every conceivable elevation, and rubbed his nose against Fan's, and barked softly, in every imaginable degree of modulation, and varied these proceedings by bounding away at full speed over the rocks of the beach, and in among the bushes and out again, but always circling round and round Fan, and keeping her in view! It was a sight worth seeing, and young Marston sat down on a rock, deliberately and enthusiastically, to gloat over it.

But perhaps the most remarkable part of it has not yet been referred to.

There was yet another heart there that was glad--exceeding glad that day.

It was a little one too, but it was big for the body that held it.