The fire burned low in the grate.
Suddenly, the father awoke with a start.

"I tell you he is my son," he said aloud.

"I am his father, and I ought to father him--my heart goes out--my son--" "What is it, father ?" cried Lucy, running to him, and putting her arm around his shoulders.
The father looked about, fully awakened.
"I was only dreaming," he explained.

"Did I talk in my sleep ?" Just then Uncle Gilbert came in.

He announced that tomorrow he would of necessity have to leave for Liverpool.