"I knew he'd walk.

I said so.

There's the old shandrydan crawling after him with the luggage.
Come, Mabel.

Let's fly to meet the dear old boy." She was off and away herself before Mabel had time to scramble to her feet.

Her running was swift as a fawn's--in an instant she had reached her brother--threw herself panting with laughter and joy against him, and flung one arm round his neck.
"Here you are!" she said, her words coming out in gasps.